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Glad I Won’t Be Around

I was about five or six the first time I heard my mom say, “I’m glad I won’t be around to see it.” I didn’t understand what she was saying. Nonetheless, it felt ominous and unsettling. I let it go. I’m not sure when I heard it the second time, phrased slightly differenlty: “I won’t be alive when … .” I don’t remember what the “when” was. It didn’t matter. Read more →