"Why are you so cold?""I can't keep waiting like this."
"I'm here."
"You look like Mom."
I have to check up on her. She's a full grown woman who needs a babysitter. No, not a babysitter - a mother. I needed one too, and I turned out just fine. I turned out just fine.
She lives on the top floor of our childhood home (we rent out the 2 floors below now, but we didn't always). Now, all that's left is a cold attic. A kitchenette, a bathroom, a bedroom - each colder than the last.
She won't leave. I think she's worried that if she leaves now, she'll come back and we'll have rented out that floor, too. She keeps getting pushed up stairs. She'd probably move to the roof.
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