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  • She hadn't answered her phone in days and the Motel 6 manager said she hadn't seen her in days. My sister and I were worried. And, deep inside, I already knew.

    It was close to Christmas that year. The past beat at my mom, my sister and myself more than it ever had that year. Mom was dying slowly due to depression as it seemed—so it just made sense.

    I called and no one picked up. My stomach dropped. I finally got through to my brother-in-law. He said they'd just arrived; that he would talk to management at the Motel 6, figure out what was going on, and get right back to me. I actually believed him.

    I put the phone down.

    There was a knock at the door.

    It was my sister.

    "Mom's dead."

    I already knew.
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