MY PARENTS WALKED AWAY FROM ME AT THE HOSPITAL WHEN I WAS 13 — MY MOTHER WENT PALE WHEN THE DEAN CALLED MY NAME

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Every night, regardless of how late her shift ended, she checked on me, sat beside my bed, and listened to everything about my day.

On the better weeks, we went to movies or spent time at the park.

On the harder weeks, we curled up under blankets on the couch and watched terrible reality television together.

She never complained about the cost.

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