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I was sitting beside my mother, close enough to hear the faint tremor in her breathing, close enough to feel the heaviness pressing down on her shoulders like an invisible weight. Her head was lowered, fingers dug into her temples as if she were physically holding herself together. It wasn’t a graceful pose. It wasn’t dignified. It was the posture of someone who had been fighting too long without rest and had finally felt the first real crack in her armor.
She looked depressed. ...
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