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Olivia was with my mother and Vivian as they gently showed her the old photos in the album that my mother had brought from Chicago to help with her recovery. Vivian still couldn't correlate the photos she was seeing now with her past, things were still a mess for her, and that could take a little more time, but with a little patience, we would get there.

I left them looking at the photos and talking while my mother told Olivia stories about the past, about the time when she ...