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little white clouds, she mentioned, out of nowhere, “Grandma says I should be brave.”
I set my fork down carefully.
“Brave about what?”
Emma twirled a noodle and didn’t look at me.
“In case you forget me one day.”
The room went so quiet I could hear the refrigerator motor kick on.
I smiled because she was watching me.
I smiled because mothers learn to perform continue reading …
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