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I looked at her.
“You married Daniel,” she continued. “So in a way, we’re all family now. I want them to feel welcome.”
I didn’t know what to say.
So I got on the floor and helped her scrub.
That summer, the weather stayed
beautiful.
Warm.
Clear.
Sunny almost every weekend.
So we came to the cabin constantly.
Me and Daniel.
Susan and Richard.
Mom.
And every weekend slowly became the same.
Mom got up at six every morning.
Before everyone else.
I would hear her downstairs.
Coffee brewing.
