"My name was Tova. I died on a Tuesday in April. The nurses were kind, but they didn't hold my hand when the morphine made the ceiling dissolve into moths. My son, Daniel, was in the waiting room, arguing about parking validation. He never came in. I wanted to tell him: the parking doesn't matter. None of the parking ever mattered."
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