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Missy Hartwell, Author's avatar

This story was so about my life when I was taking care of my parents. I cried. The memories that I brought back. I still think about it. Out of three kids I was the one that got stuck taking care of my parents by myself. Some days I’m very angry at them. I still am angry at my older brother. My younger brother had a better excuse he lived across the country. But he at least called my parents at least once a week if not more.

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