THE PLANT PEOPLE
by William Pauley III
My mother was never the same after grandma died.
They were close. Perhaps closer than most children were with their mothers. Certainly closer than I was to mine. I loved my mother deeply, but there had always been a wall between us. Neither of us could see it or knew where it came from, but we both sensed it was there…
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