The Wrong Behavior Three Men Took With A Dying Woman

It’s Not Just A Job

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Ten minutes before my mother died, I fell asleep on the chair by her hospital bed. I dreamt of my lost father, who told me: “I came to take her”. I suddenly woke up from the nightmare, and looked at my two sisters, who were holding her hands. We could hear her breath becoming deeper and slower.