The other day when I was visiting my Mom, sitting with her on the couch, one of the other residents (who is usually off in her own world) came over to us and sat down beside me. My mother (as she typically does to everyone who walks by) smiled and said, "This is my daughter." Without speaking a word, she laid her head on my shoulder.
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that story is the antidote to the flagpole guy. i love hearing your vignettes about life with mom.
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