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Momma spent the morning washing clothes in our bathtub. I was three and I loved to ‘hep momma” as I put my little hands on the washboard where she scrubbed each piece. Leaving the clothes to soak , an exhausted Momma put me to bed and laid down for a nap herself. Somewhere in her sleep consciousness, she remembers hearing me chanting “hep momma” over and over as I walked from my room to the bathroom numerous times. Momma came running to discover how I was ‘hepping” her: She soon discovered every stitch of clothing I owned in the bathtub.
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