"My copper skinned mother

she had the most beautiful dark skin, brought a flat of flowers to his grave every year.  It was the post World War II era and my father was home from the war.  My baby brother was 4 months old and was experiencing respiratory distress and my mother rushed him to the hospital.  She sat in the emergency room waiting room, begging the nurses to take her baby, begging them to help.  He died right there in her arms, in that waiting room."

 
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