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Houston · 2021
Grace, my mother died at ten past four in the morning, and you were the one holding her other hand.
I had been gone two minutes, only to the bathroom, and I have hated those two minutes ever since, except that when I came back you were there, sitting on the edge of her bed in your blue scrubs, humming something, holding her hand as if you had all the time in the world. You told me she wasn't alone. You told me she…
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