May 8th last year... the worst day of the eleven in hospital... the day that my mother was not herself anymore, the day that the morphine (or the pain) made her take just that one step further...
It was the only evening I was home at 10 o'clock in the evening, and didn't stay until almost midnight.
It was the day I lost my mother.
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Ei ole sanoja.
un abbraccio
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