Inheritance

I don’t know what we could have

achieved with a single visit.

My sister is clearly ill. How much

of her illness is psychosomatic

I cannot tell. The ward nurses

are clearly caring, so she is in

a good space. I am reminded

how Mother was. Maybe my

sister’s condition is something

she’s inherited. Back home,

it all seems less surreal.

My girlfriend has made sweet tea.

She looks radiant.

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