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Submitted to Contest #101
It was cold the day Mum died. We were all expecting it, waiting for the blow to land; What with her cancer being beyond control of the doctors and specialists. I wore her cardigan to the hospital visit in hope she would remark on its ownership, tut me and warn me to not borrow her things without permission. She didn’t. She didn't even notice. I don't think she could see much beneath her swollen eyelids. It took everything in me not to crumple right there and then- In a staring contest with the machinery hanging around Mum's bed like wa...
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