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Would they find her if they start digging, little brown Sugar?
She was so small before she died. Before laying her in the earth, I felt her furred body longer. More stiff. It's not longer Sukar, mommie said. The little one is no longer there.
An early morning phone call.
Assurance that Auntie Mona will be up. We're both early risers.
I know it will be a matter of 5 minutes till I reach the garden.

In the middle of everything happening inside me, I am slowly accepting that I no longer have a claim to that place.
Those who I belong with are moving elsewhere.
The thought of having to start a new relationship with another building is exhausting. I don't know how easy it will be for me and the new walls to be able to listen to each other.
Sukar is on my mind since last night. I keep thinking that when I left her there, I left her knowing that she will always be near.
That little brown thing that lived inside my pullovers and sweatshirts.
Now this image of the crack in the cement which ma…