One of my oldest, dearest friends lost her mother yesterday morning. Not lost. That makes it sound like she misplaced her.
Mitra’s mother died. That’s what happened. Her mother was alive for years before Mitra was, and now she is no longer alive. Mitra will live the rest of her years without her. I guess she did lose her.
It was awful and sudden. One of…
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