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Serge
“So I did it. I finally got tested, Aunt Svetta.”
Her doe eyes met mine, and I felt a tiny squeeze of her fingers in my hand. It had taken me the entire three weeks to get up the courage to tell her about it. I think she understood what I had said, but since she couldn’t speak anymore, it was hard to tell. Then I noticed a tear sliding down her cheek. I crossed the room and picked up a box of tissues, then carefully dabbed her tears away. Her arms flailed for a moment, and then she settled down.
It was harder now to keep it together when I was around her. I didn’t want her to see me cry, to feel the anguish I felt every time I saw her. Despite my steady travel schedule throughout the state I had doubled up on my visits now that she was in a new home. I still didn’t trust the s
