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In the waiting room as we checked into the hospital, his father sat next to my mother and I remember the image of him exactly: olive skin, broad face, and long shiny hair, his head held in his big hands as if it had cut loose from his body.
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My mother sat next to him.
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Next up, I ask them to schedule a family celebration with my mother.
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My mother had to devote a good portion of every day for the next few months to a quadruple mission.
NEWYORKER: Hand on the Shoulder
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When I brought her home from her mother's, I abandoned the rules I had set and let her do whatever she wanted, in fact my mother and grandmother visited the next day and she forgot that she was supposed to get dressed before receiving visitors.
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He had treated me a year before when my mother had accidentally driven a garden fork through my toe when I was standing next to her, my wellington boots covered by earth, when she was planting strawberries in the garden.
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