Papa’s calling
Then came the call I had dreaded. A doctor’s voice, gentle but firm, telling me she was gone. I had baked her a chocolate cake for her birthday just weeks before. I had assumed I still had time. Noah held me while I cried. Friends and distant relatives came to the funeral, offered condolences, then…
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