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had given my mother a dip candle that night at our father’s birthday dinner the same week. She had handed it across the table.
My mother had said something kind. I had said, “That’s so thoughtful, V.” I had bought my own mother a candle on my birthday with my own card that I had not known I was buying.
I put the highlighter down. I did not cry. I closed continue reading …
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