Recurring Dream

Written on December 10th, 2012

My Godmother married a man who I thought was a jerk. I was 18 and living with her for awhile. Both my parents were alive, I just stayed with people and carried only 2 bags when I switched residences every week. Her husband demanded that the house be spotless and that everyone would feel good with it being that way. He had us polish furniture, dust, and clean all glass services in addition to the obvious cleaning. I despised him, but did as he said. This has been my recurring dream:
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Recurring Dream