MIn the early 2000s, we were occasional regulars at a swing club in western Pennsylvania. We didn’t go every weekend, but we did show up at least every other month, and while there were a few people that knew us, there. I wasstill reeling from his death. My son is the only memory of him left.I knew these memories weren't mine. But the baby in my arms was somehowre-assuring me that they were. This baby has some sort of supernaturalpowers. There's no other way to explain it. I want to fight it. But mymotherly instincts are way too powerful. I am completely in my sonspower. I am his mother after all. I have to protect him.Suddenly my baby boy started crying again. This time it soundeddifferent. It was a cry of. "Absolutely," said I. "I used to work in Radio. Played the song way too many times." Come join us," she said. So I did.The woman who invited me over was named Lisa and she was a bright and sarcastic woman. I was interested in her immediately. I took a chair between her and another girlfriend, Norma. We began chatting about music, and a variety of other things. Both women and their several friends were a lot of fun and we ordered more drinks and had a really enjoyable time. After a couple of. My sister's friend is throwing duck tape in the air. They scream so loud when they see me."I'm going to sleep so shut up, okay." I said."Well, I'm going to be talking to my friends so don't go to sleep okay." My sister said. Her friends all start grinning. I head to my fucking room. What a bunch of stupid ass comebacks she can think of. I hop on my bed and hoped to get some sleep tonight.I close my eyes to try to sleep. I can only think about is what to do next year. Like do I go to University.

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