Very sick with leukemia toward the end. It almost seemed as if mother was giving up after what she considered a hard and disappointing life. She still held her boys in her eyes in the fading light.
“I'm not planning your funeral,” the doctor said.
stretched to twilight
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2016
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