Teresa

The cold water I bathed myself with this morning didn’t do much to reassure me, but I knew I had to move on.

My mother’s time was up, and it was about time I accepted it.

I pulled the closet open, my eyes trailing over the clothes there.

For a moment, my mind went blank. If my mother didn’t pass the way she did, would anything have gone wrong?

I convinced myself that she did her best. Most people’s souls wouldn’t be able to hold on for that much longer.

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