After My Mom Died, I Found a Childhood Album – in One Photo, an Older Girl Stood Beside Me, Looking Exactly Like Me!
I wasn’t looking for secrets. I was just trying to get through my mother’s house without falling apart. She had died at eighty-five, quietly, the way she had lived after my father passed. Once the funeral was over and the visitors had gone, I was alone in the house where it had always just been…