Thirteen Days of No

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By Dana Macy

“Eat Mum. It’s potato…your favorite.”

“No!”

She squints through steel bed rails, “I love you.”

“Why now, Mum?”

“Okay okay, potato.”

My pace is quick, snaking through a blur of chatty night nurses and the too red lipstick on Nurse Keryn who nods in that ever-so-compassionate-way, meaning…it will all be over by morning…

Mum’s gaping mouth. “Okay okay, potato.”

I wonder if the night nurse heard her.

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