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Phoebe Judge
I'd become a pro at this point, at rolling her over, holding on to her as the aide or nurse pulled the sheets out from underneath. Whenever we would turn her, my mother's eyes would shoot open. She hated it. She was in pain. She would grab onto my hand with so much force, I couldn't imagine that this was someone who was dying.
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