My Bank Called to Say My Son Tried to Take Control of My Money With Fake Dementia Papers

on this. On you. On the garden. On the mornings.”

Before she left she hugged me in the way she always did, completely, the way children hug when they are not performing affection but simply feeling it.

“I love you,” she said.

“I know,” I said. “That’s the thing about love that’s actually love. You can tell it from the other kind because it doesn’t come continue reading …