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It started with her just washing me…
I was raised by a single mom. When I was younger I would have to spend two days every week at my grandma’s while my mother worked. My grandmother also lived alone. Every night when I was there, grandma would give me a bath. She would take out a special sponge and wash every part of me. When I was older, I began to think it was odd–her bathing me, since my mom didn’t even do this. But I really liked it, so