The Day I Found My Mother’s Crack Pipe

<p><em>Time/Location: Middle school years, Milwaukee, Wisconsin.</em></p> <p>Walking through the house, I called out for my mom several times but got nothing. I knew she was there as I saw her jacket in the bedroom, which we shared every time she stayed at my grandmother&rsquo;s house with us. We didn&rsquo;t see her much as, legally, she wasn&rsquo;t supposed to even be there per neglect charges stemming from drug and alcohol abuse. But I guess the cries for our mom rang louder than any court order summons. She had moments of being a good mom before she got high.</p> <p>There was silence as I walked down the basement stairs, calling for her, but I knew she was somewhere in the house.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/i-mother/the-day-i-found-my-mothers-crack-pipe-3b67456ab630"><strong>Click Here</strong></a></p>
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