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My sister Sarah presses the keys in the palm of my hand.
“You’re the oldest, Cass. It’s yours now.”
I look around. Overgrown weeds choke the perimeter of my mother’s home. What does one do when they’ve just inherited the neglected house of a schizophrenic who died with her life’s secrets locked within her mind?
“Sarah, do you remember when we were little, how mom grew begonias in the garden?”
“Let’s plant some behind the fence and make this place look loved again.”
She wipes away a tear, then moves her hand over mine.
“Mom would’ve loved it.”