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Despite everything.
I placed it in a drawer and forgot about it for three months.
In June, my mother asked to meet for lunch.
I almost said no.
Then I chose curiosity.
We met at a café in Oak Brook, public enough to discourage drama, quiet enough that she could pretend this was intimate.
She looked smaller.
Not frail.
Just reduced.
The apartment had done what continue reading …
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