A flattened and drying daffodil was dangling off the little card that I had made my aunt Atie for Mother's… — Edwidge Danticat
A flattened and drying daffodil was dangling off the little card that I had made my aunt Atie for Mother's Day. I pressed my palm over the flower and squashed it against the plain beige cardboard. (first lines)
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