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She used to get angry whenever Lola felt ill. I said that Lola needed to see a dentist. She was in her 50s and had never been to one. I was attending college an hour away, and I brought it up again and again on my frequent trips home.

A year went by, then two. Lola took aspirin every day for the pain, and her teeth looked like a crumbling Stonehenge. One night, after watching her chew bread on the side of her mouth that still had a few good molars, I lost it.

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The look in her eyes made clear that she felt the same way about me. Mom drove her harder. Your kids are worried about you. Who would take care of us?

Of Mom? Coming to America had been a mad dash, and before we caught a breath a decade had gone by. We turned around, and a second decade was closing.

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Doods never eased up. I took out a map and traced the route to the village of Mayantoc, our destination.

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Not that many were left. Only one sibling remained in the area, Gregoria, 98 years old, and Meeting single ladies was told her memory was failing.

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Doods veered northwest on the Romulo Highway, then took a sharp left sex with tx girls Camiling, the town Mom and Lieutenant Tom came.

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That she was brave and spirited. That she was radiant when she was happy. That I wished we could thank her one more time. That we all loved. Just as I had selectively blocked Lola out of my mind when I was with Mom during her last years. Loving my mother required that kind of mental surgery. Breast cancer. Acute myelogenous leukemia, a fast-growing cancer of the blood and bone marrow. She went from robust to frail seemingly overnight. After the big fight, I mostly avoided going home, and at age 23 I moved to Seattle.

When I did visit I saw a change. Mom was still Mom, but not as relentlessly. She got Lola a fine set of dentures and let her have her own bedroom.

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An afternoon at the coast or just 15 minutes in the kitchen reminiscing about the old days in the province, and Lola would seem to forget years of faamily.

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The day before Famil died, a Catholic priest came to the house to perform last sfories. She had become extra attentive to my mother, and extra kind. She could have taken advantage of Mom in her feebleness, even exacted revenge, but she did the opposite. The etories asked Mom whether there was anything she wanted to forgive or be forgiven.

She scanned the room with heavy-lidded eyes, said. Then, without looking at Lola, she reached over and placed an open hand on her head. Lola was 75 when she came to stay with me. I was married with two young daughters, living in a cozy house on a wooded lot.

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The old farms were gone. Her house was gone. Her parents and most of her siblings were gone. Childhood friends, the ones still alive, were like strangers. It was nice to see them, but … everything was not the. And unlike my wife and me especially meLola enjoyed every minute of every horny women Hunt Club Florida event and performance.

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About how she met Lieutenant Tom? I tried to get my sister Ling to ask Lola about her love life, thinking Lola would be more comfortable with. Ling cackled, which was her way of saying I was on my. One day, while Lola and I were putting away groceries, I just blurted it out: She was about 15, and there was a handsome boy named Pedro from a nearby farm. For several months they harvested rice together side by.

One time, she dropped her bolo —a cutting implement—and he quickly picked it up and handed it back to. She often gave one- or two-word answers, and teasing out even the simplest story was a game of 20 questions that could last days or weeks. Some of what I learned: She was mad at Mom for being so cruel all those years, but she nevertheless missed.

I saw it in the way she wrapped herself around one seekin for a fantastic man pillow at night. But maybe it would have been worse. Two younger sisters, Francisca and Zepriana, got sick and died. A brother, Claudio, was killed. Bahala na was her guiding principle. Come what. What came her way was another kind of family. In that family, she had eight children: Mom, my four siblings and me, and now my two daughters.

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