"Shall I tell Cora you called?"
I was about to thank her and ring off, but I stopped. She didn't sound like my mum somehow - didn't have that note of deep, grinding misery from years and years of chronic pain. Didn't sound like she just wanted to make the world all go away. It was the sound of my mum on her rare good days, the few I remembered growing up, when we'd go to the park or even to a fun fair or a bonfire and she'd smile and we'd all smile back at her. When Mum was happy, the whole family shone.
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Dammit that last line got me.
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