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My mother sits at the kitchen table, her purple bathrobe loose around her thin body. She covers her face with her hands.

I drop to my knees beside her chair and look up at her. I am like a baby bird, waiting to be fed my mother’s wisdom and understanding and love.

She drops her hands to settle in her lap, her fingers interlocking, but she doesn’t look at me. “I can’t tell her. You’ll have to.”

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Well Done

Very taut, well drawn minidrama. Loved the sketching of Grandma & the fact that Mama changed clothes for the delivery.

Great stuff.  I would not have known what to do with this prompt.