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intangible presents


grandma told me i was gonna leave her someday after i kissed her goodnight and turned over to face the window from the bed we shared. i was eleven but remember feeling sad at why and how she’d said it so i turned back to her in the dark and told her i’d never leave her.

chile, you’re meant to leave so don’t tell me otherwise,” she said before turning toward the wall and going to sleep.

it would be years before i really understood that everyone leaves and that leaving wasn’t about the folks left behind. so she was right. kind of. i did leave her one day but not really, not in the way that matters when bodies disappear. in that way i never left her side, not even when she died.

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