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A Caretaker’s Thoughts at Midnight

It’s dark and I’m scaring myself

Four generations of hands. Photo by Wendy Snyder

It’s 12:24 am, everyone’s asleep, and I’m just getting to bed. I hear a feeble “Wen” and I think it’s my mother-in-law. I put the light on my phone, jump out of bed, and waltz into her room. I gently slide the light onto her face. She’s still sleeping. Her chest moves a wee bit. Good she’s…