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And my mother’s voice on the phone is the only warmth I have.
I want to call. I want to drive over. I want to be the good daughter. The one who drops everything. The one who never says no.
Then I open a browser on my phone and call the front desk at Milfield County Hospital.
I give my mother’s name. The woman on the line checks the system.
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