The 7 Days I Sat With Mom Who Never Woke Up
Completed · Joy Brown
Have you ever pressed your cheek against your mother's cold skin, pretending she was just sleeping?
For seven days, I climbed on chairs to steal cookies, sweeping up broken glass with my bare hands when the jar slipped—terrified any sound might disturb her eternal sleep. I pulled her favorite blue dress over her still body and whispered, "You're not cold now, Mommy. You're not cold."
I was five ye...
For seven days, I climbed on chairs to steal cookies, sweeping up broken glass with my bare hands when the jar slipped—terrified any sound might disturb her eternal sleep. I pulled her favorite blue dress over her still body and whispered, "You're not cold now, Mommy. You're not cold."
I was five ye...
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