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My Mother

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Lily was moved out of the ICU.

The new room had a window overlooking a small courtyard where someone had planted pansies in neat purple rows. The oxygen was still there, but lower. The machines were fewer. The alarms less terrifying.

For the first time in nearly a week, I breathed without counting every second.

Daniel brought Lily pancakes from the cafeteria,continue reading …

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