A few weekends ago, I visited an old friend’s family in what was once my folks’ neck of the woods. It was an emotional reunion — met with unspoken sentiment between her mother, with whom I share a particular kinship, and me. After catching up, she excitedly ushered me to her backyard. As I walked alongside, she gestured to the garden she’d been tending …
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