βWhat are these for? You only bring me flowers when youβve done something good.β
βSon, your mother and I donβt even recognize you anymore. Youβve become some sort of twisted animal.β
Dear Darling Son and That Person You Married,
I hope you are well. Please donβt worry about me. Iβm just fine considering I canβt breathe or eat. The important thing is that you have a nice holiday, thousands of miles away from your ailing mother. Iβve sent along my last tenΒ dollars in this card, which I hope youβll spend on my beautiful grandchildren, who I never see. God knows their mother never buys them anything nice. They lookΒ anemic in their pictures, poor, thin babies.
Thank you so much for the birthday flowers, dear boy. I put them in the freezer so theyβll stay fresh for my grave.Β I know Iβll need them any day. Β Which reminds me β weβ¦
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