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My Sister Called to Say Mom Had Died—While Mom Was Standing Right Beside Me

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“She had a heart attack,” she repeated, louder now. “She died alone in that place. You weren’t there. I was the one answering the phone, making decisions.”

I hit mute and exhaled sharply. Oak Haven—that state-funded nursing facility in Atlanta where Dominique had dumped Mama six months earlier, forging my signature on the admission papers while I was continue reading …

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