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Mom had packed an overnight bag, one for me and one for her. When I got ready for bed, so did she. I fell asleep in her arms. The surgery was successful. Ten years later, I was scared again. We had moved from the Bronx to the suburbs. I was 12 and adapting wasn't easy. What was really tough was breaking into the local clique. The neighborhood kids weren't too keen on admitting a new city kid into their group. One afternoon I was riding my bicycle. I was about a half-mile from home. A group of boys jumped out from behind the bushes and started taunting me. One boy started swinging. I don't know how she knew, but she did. Mom appeared out of nowhere sharing a few choice words. The boys never bothered me again. In fact, within a few weeks we were all playing baseball in my backyard. Mom invited everyone in for cold drinks. My mom doesn't understand why she should be touted as "special." I guess that explains why she is.
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