…when you hand it to your mother, the woman who gave you life, who dedicated herself to raising you, who, when at age 40 you had to get bifocals offered to get a pair of “sympathy” bifocals herself just so you wouldn’t feel all alone, the woman who would crawl over broken glass just to bring you one single drop of water, takes it, looks at it for a very long moment and then asks quietly, “This is the one they’re using?”
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