The Move

The Move

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I heard my mom screech, as I hear pots and pans fall on the wooden kitchen floor. "Mom... You know how many times I've told you to not get on the step stool?!" I tell while I help her up. "when did you become my mother?" She asked "Since the doctors told me any more falls and you could be paralyzed"
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