My mother is the kind of woman who apologizes for being sick.
That is the first thing anyone needs to understand about Helen Park. She is seventy years old and has spent almost her entire life trying not to inconvenience anyone. She apologizes when she is tired, when someone has to drive her, when she needs medication, when she takes up a room, and sometimes even when she eats. For forty years, I have told her she does not need to apologize for existing. She still does.
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