You stand and watch as your Mom picks up the laundry on the ground with a pinch of her fingers and drops it high above the laundry basket on the floor. Your mother then wraps her long tree sized finers around the handles of the basket and in a swift heave, lifts the basket high above in the air. She starts to turn around and walk. Each step she makes creates more powerful tremors and you realize your only way to have a remote chance of growing back in the house at this moment is disappearing. You run from the shadows under the bed and into the open and yell to your mother but at the size of nearly a flea your voice wouldn't even go past her ankles. Your mother proceeds to walk away with the laundry basket being carried in front of her. Each step she made, the bottom of her heel slapped against her shoe before her foot collided into the carpet. Long and quick strides that covered several hundred meters caused her to exit your room rather quickly as she went out your doorway and made a right down the hallway which is where your sister's/ her bedroom is...
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