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Serge- 18 Years Ago
“Mom, when did you actually start getting symptoms? And don’t say it just started recently.” I glanced over at my aunt who was standing in the doorway of the living room wringing her hands. “I know she hates that I’m ratting her out, but Aunt Svetta has been worried about you for quite some time.”
“What does it matter? Parkinson’s is treatable. I didn’t want to worry you while you are off becoming a famous conductor. You shouldn’t even be here, not with your debut in a few days.” Mom sighed and picked at one of the bandages on her arms. “And stop pacing, you will wear a hole in the rug.”
They’d run many tests on her over the last few days, and I had a feeling her doctor would not have asked me to come to the city if it was just Parkinson’s. We needed to be leavin
