Anger. Frustration. Disappointment. Grief. But not surprise. I'm not surprised anymore. At first I was. Always surprised. "How can one person have such bad luck?" I would wonder aloud. "Be so forgetful?" and I would shake my head. "So irresponsible?" Dismay would color my thoughts. "So selfish and uncaring, especially when it comes to her family?" I would grind my teeth as the beep alerted me of the arrival of the expected text.
Sometimes it is difficult to be a sister. It is always difficult to be a mother who has to give her child disappointing news. Repeatedly.
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