see,” she murmured. “But I see, my good girl. I see everything.”

I smoothed her hair and told myself it was only the illness speaking.

I told myself my sacrifices did not need to be noticed, that love was supposed to be its own reward.

But later that night, after I helped Grandma into bed, I sat by myself at the kitchen table with cold tea and a growing continue reading …

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