Tag: daughter
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The Fancy One
My youngest is the fancy one. That’s the shorthand I’ve always used for her, and it fits, though it means more than it sounds like. She loves beautiful things. She loves aesthetics, the look and feel of a life well arranged. Records spinning, a good show on, something coming together under her hands. If you…
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Down the hall
There were two beds in my mother’s room. She was in one. That night, I was in the other. I had driven up from Madera after my own treatment, the shot still working its way through me, that particular sick heaviness settling in the way it always did a couple of hours after. I walked…
Whatever Held 