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CNU-At my mother’s Sunday dinner, my sister offered to take my five-year-old daugh…

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end because my mother packed her prison things in a plastic bag and walked into the sun.

I heard about Ivy’s release from Aunt Brenda, who called from an unknown number because apparently my boundaries were family trivia no one respected.

“Your mother is out,” she said.

I stood in the grocery aisle holding apples.

“Good for her.”

“She’s living with your continue reading …

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