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I wake before dawn
to the soft sound of breathing
and am thankful
for another moment like this.
She jumped out of bed sweat on her head. All around her, her hair falling away. Her daughter walks through the door to say “goodbye.”

That morning she awoke. It was just a dream.

Five months later she stepped into her hairless daughter’s room to say goodbye… One last time.
Home is only home when we belong to each other
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