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The fear came first. I saw it in her eyes. She pulled away from my attempted hug. “I called you, Mom, this should be no surprise. You are so cold, let’s get you warm and snug.” For years, I’d been coming on my lunch hour, to fix her one big hot meal of the day-- then stir up something she could heat for dinner; so in her comfy home she could still stay. This day though, I could sense there’d been a change, her usual reception wasn’t there. She didn’t smile. That was so very strange. I felt a chilly presence in the air. She said, “I’m tired, I think I should lie down.” I went to call the doctor, on the phone, then turned to her. She looked up with a frown. She wasn’t the sweet mama I had known. I tried to tell her what the doctor said. She screamed at me and covered up her face. Trying to soothe her, fixing up her bed, while thinking I must find a caring place. Her doctor had been impatient with me. “I warned you that she shouldn’t be alone. She’s having mini strokes, why can’t you see? Some day you’ll come at noon and find her gone.” So Mama went into a full care home, seeming not to care one way or other. She housed seven, until we left to roam. Seven kids can’t care for one sweet mother.
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