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Low life

After ten weeks spent caring for my mother, I had to relearn the art of conversation

23 March 2019

9:00 AM

23 March 2019

9:00 AM

I said my goodbyes and went outside with my trolley bag to wait for the taxi. While waiting, I looked across the sheep field at the sea. The wind direction had changed from due east to south-west and the surface of the sea, formerly turbulent, was placid. For the past ten weeks I’d been my mother’s full-time cook and carer.

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