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I remained on the porch, frozen.
His words kept echoing in my head.
The maid is out back.
I walked around the side of the house.
And then I saw her.
My mother. My 62-year-old mother was kneeling on the hot stone patio with a bucket of soapy water beside her.
She wore oversized, worn-out clothes.
Her hair was pulled back.
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