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to help. Cleaned. Cooked. Sat near him. It felt useless.
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to help. Cleaned. Cooked. Sat near him. It felt useless.
At first, it made sense. She’d worked with Mom. She cried at the funeral. She said all the right things.
She brought casseroles and soup and banana bread. She’d wash our dishes, touch my dad’s arm, tilt her head just so.
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