The day my mother died, there was a moment in which she was
lying on her bed, connected to the ventilator and my dad and I were with her.
My dad was undergoing dialysis, I was administrating it for him. It was just
the three of us in the bedroom. Like it used to be, several years ago.
It felt surreal.
The same three people.
So much change.
So much change.
It felt surreal.
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