I Am My Mother’s Keeper

Helping her live through a painful illness has somehow has brought us closer together

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July 23 is a date that makes my shoulders tense. I was 11, and my mom was about to die. I remember calling my dad, who was working evenings driving a taxi, to come home because Mom was really sick. Truth be told, she had been sick for quite some time, but that night felt different…