A Sense Of Home (Opening sequence of a novel in progress)

Mama died two nights ago. Very quietly. No one expected. We were surprises because she's awways so ... noisy. Dono wy but I diden cry much. In fac, I tink I feel ... diffren ... maybe like more free. Anyway, she never love me much la. I know because she even tole somebody, in fron of me. "I only love der boys," she said. "Der girl I hate"