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My mother left us and she today still has not called and said hello. Maybe once a month to make sure that we are still alive, but when she left this time, she killed my sister and I. Maybe because we are older now and know better, and we can remember more clearly, but this time really hurt the worst. My sister and I arent going to let it happen again though. This was the third time, and the last time.