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scrubs, eyes glossy in a way that looked practiced. She hugged my mother. She patted my father’s shoulder. She didn’t hug me.
At the funeral, people said things like, “He was a good man,” and “At least he’s at peace,” as if peace is a consolation prize.
Later, after the casseroles and the paper plates, the family group chat lit up.
Norah: we’ll do the continue reading …
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