SHE USED TO BE MINE
A novel by Corey San Jose " She's imperfect, but she tries She is good, but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won't ask for help She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine." PREFACE I write my Nanay's story, or endeavor to. As much as I can recall, details of her life, some parts I've witnessed, most, I have not... but heard from accounts, from friends, from foes, from people whose lives she had touched. It would be painstaking work and I doubt I would get to finish it, but at least in the end, I can tell myself, but more importantly, my mother- when we're finally reunited and all the pain and sorrow is lifted from my heart- that I tried. Misery loves company. And she has set her sights on me. I seldom sleep at night nowadays, for I am tormented by memories. Horrid, vivid, recent memories of ...