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My Mom Flies An Fighter Jet

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tucked beneath one arm, silver wings pinned over her heart. Her hair was pulled back neatly. Her shoes shone under the fluorescent lights. She did not look like the woman who forgot coupons at the grocery store or asked me to open jars because her hands still ached when it rained. She looked like someone carved out of discipline and sky.

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