a turn for the worse: july 28, 2016
Mom was lying in bed under the covers when I got there on July 28, 2016. She was facing the window through which the sun shone brightly; her back was to the door. I walked around the foot of the bed. All hope evaporated when I saw her corpse-like face. The bruises on her forehead … Continue reading a turn for the worse: july 28, 2016
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