I couldn't write about my mother's death, so I wrote a story for young people instead

I couldn't write about my mother's death, so I wrote a story for young people instead

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Watching a loved one die is the most heart-wrenching experience. Yet writing fiction has a mysterious way of soothing grief

The last night of my mother’s life she asked repeatedly if she should go left or right. We only wanted her to wriggle up the bed. “Left, or right?” she asked. We wanted her to lift her bottom so we could change the wet sheets beneath her. “Left, or right?” she questioned. We wanted her to take the medicine to settle her. “Left, or right?” We wanted her to stop flinging her legs with super-human strength over the bed rails.

“Mum,” we pleaded, exhausted.

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