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“Mother, you won’t need all of this crap. Now please pack your clothing in the designated bin.”
“This is my home.”
“We’ve talked about this a million times.”
No talking, just lectures and plans “for my own good”.
“The river is dangerous.”
I taught you to swim here.
“God, what are all these dust collectors? Hand me the trash bin.”
Just memories: my father’s clock, vases from a lover, a sailboat from my dead son.
Memories that even you can’t take away from me.
“Yes, dear. Now why are we packing?”