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It was Christmas of 2003. She walked through the hallway that was lengthened by the couch in a way that it cut off the living room, seeming to make the space much smaller,but she was 14 and had no say in the household furniture arrangements. Her mother came out of the room, dressed to the nines, like nothing was wrong, and me, Rosie, the 14 year old felt sad and agitated. I had nothing to say about the past few months, how they had been consumed with worry, anger, and confusion about how my mother was doing behind that door that she locked day and night. Mary Amo, my mother ,had only left her room once a day around 2 am for the past 3 months to get small amounts of food from the kitchen. Mary had some thought for her 3 young children, calling a fellow church school parent to take us to school. Rosie would come home every day to emptiness. Mary was no longer playing piano until the late hours of the day, teaching piano and violin lessons or making dinner. She was now just in her room all the time. Before this , Mary would have stayed in her room only from 9-9:30 or 10:00p.m. to do her religious study for Rosicrucianism. Now she was in her room all hours of the day, until it broke. Something inside Mary Amo broke, and Rosie and her 12 year old brother Jeremy were left to… (to be continued.)