In January 2019, my mother fell on the ice. She called me and my dad and said she needed to go to the emergency room; several hours later, the ER doctor informed us she had a minor concussion and would be fine in a few days.
That was over two and a half years ago.
Nothing in our world is the same.
Blood Mother is a poetry collection from Annie Louise Twitchell.
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