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June 16, 2012
The small living space was empty, not even the little dog was there. The soft glow from the Tiffany lamp revealed an opened jewelry box by the couch. I imagined my mom getting ready for a night out with the older folk downstairs. Maybe someone was playing the piano or singing. Curiously, all of the pills I filled earlier were gone, indicating that she might have planned to stay out late. There was some muted feature from the Weather Channel on the large flat screen. I figured I shouldn't be there, but it was comforting to see her going out.