About a husband talking to his dying mother.

He sits beside her on the death bed. This house he has been staying on for most of his life has grown strange to the life he’s now living in with his wife. It started when his father died, it took the grief from its strange pains now that this is about to happen. He tells her all the things he remembers with her and she looks at him as the child she cradled in her arms. He tells her how losing her would make him lose the most important source of love he ever knew and she proceeds to remember the time she has given birth to a boy she nurtured in for months. He tells her all of his sorrow displaced in the trail made by the tears on his face, she goes on to remember, holding his hand and feeling her husband in him.

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