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Mother’s Scissors: Golden Memories of Childhood Days

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I placed the scissors back in the box. For a moment, I could see my mom sitting near the coal-oil light, cutting out pieces to quilt. I smiled. Then I remembered the red paint, and my scar started hurting. I put the lid on the box and placed it on a shelf next to my other family treasures and pictures. Oh yes! That BTS dessert thing stood for “Better Than Sex.” My sweet little Mom could not bear to write the word “Sex,” so she just abbreviated it.

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