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I am fifty five years old, and I am learning how to say a sentence I never expected to speak this soon.     For

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My mother was still a teenager when her own future was abruptly shelved for mine, trading the satin gowns and college dreams of her peers

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For years, my mother would deliver Christmas dinner to a homeless man at the neighborhood laundromat. She passed away this year due to cancer.  

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