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The Pantry.
THE PANTRY. I was in my third year of university majoring in History, my sister was in high school with all her extracurriculars, and my mom was trying to find a new hobby after my dad left. Bird watching, pottery, yoga—candle making, poetry, flower pressing. We don’t talk much—the three of us—but between moments we find some way to communicate. Every time the bookshelf is reorganized, the endless scribbles from my sister on our calendar, the soft, unsure, notes of a piano coming from the basement followed by my mom’s tired sigh, the soothing scents the different parts of the house seems to hold onto.
Multiple Personality Disorder
⚠️WARNING⚠️ This story contains scenes that may be triggering or traumatizing for some readers. I ask for reader discretion in enjoying this story.
I’m famous
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Forward I didn't intend to write a forward here, but the system isn't letting me post my story because it thinks it was created by AI. I'm not sure if I should be flattered or not.
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