
By:Cynthia Williams
My mother sat there with pain beating from her stomach, she could feel the intense pressure hitting her like a hive of bees trapped in a plastic bag. She stayed silent, not complaining, instead becoming dehydrated from the unbearable blockage which crypt into her stomach walls. I had no idea that her eating habits strained her body to exaggerated weakness. Nevertheless, sh…









By: Cynthia Williams



















































