My Mother

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“She’ll say we’re making her look bad,” I told him then.

Daniel had answered, “Claire, we don’t make her look bad. We just let people see her clearly.”

Now his phone was angled toward the bed.

Toward my mother.

Toward the mask on Lily’s face.

My mother stepped closer to the rail.

I moved too. “Mom, back away.”

She ignored me.

“Do you know what I sacrificed continue reading …