After my father left, my mother stripped their bed. I watched as she wrestled the comforter off and struggled with its density. Her sadness was so overbearing that it in turn overflowed my tear ducts making oceans on our old linoleum floor. The pillowcases doubled over as she straightened against the bed frame. She tried to replace everything.
She couldn…
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