He Said My Mother Dying Wasn’t His Problem

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My mother got discharged Friday afternoon.

Walter drove us to her house because he said my shoulders “looked like fence posts,” which was his way of telling me I was too tired to be trusted with a car. Mrs. Sullivan had left a casserole in the fridge with masking tape on top that said NO ARGUMENTS, EAT THIS.

Inside, my mother’s kitchen still continue reading …