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My Father’s Mother

The second time I lost my dad.

“I love you,” my grandmother said to me on her deathbed.

A list of the possible answers that went through my head:

  • OK.
  • Thanks (?).
  • I love you, too.

“Oh, grandma,” I managed as I ran my fingers over her bruised forearm, her dried up veins. It occurred to…



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Ana Garcia LdeC

A Mexican English major who is currently studying Literature and Publishing at the University of Galway. Aspiting writer and literary agent.