Eleven
19 Summers
Do you know how hard it was to watch my mother struggle to make ends meet?
I hated tourists. They stumbled all around town like fools, but somehow they were shrewd enough to sense my mother’s desperation. Bring my breakfast to my room. My son tore his swim shorts, please sew it for me. I rented this surfboard from the shop down the street, can you return it for me?
Can you understand why I became so bitter?
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