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Serge- 12 Years Ago
“Aunt Svetta, it’s perfect. The apartment complex has a gorgeous view of Lake Erie, and I only live a couple of miles away. I can be there in minutes if you need me. Plus, it’s on the first floor, so Mom can actually leave the damn place if she wants to.”
My mother had been stranded on the sixth floor of her building in New York for the last year unless I was there to help, and unfortunately I was always working, currently in Cleveland. She could still walk around with the aid of a walker, but she had mobility issues that made navigating six flights of steps too much for her to handle. The elevator had died in her apartment building, and the building’s owner had apparently decided it wasn’t worth repairing.
“I don’t know Sergei, she’s so set in her ways.”
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