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Baby wrist tags. Milk teeth. Swimming certificates. School reports. Every card I ever sent. All wrapped and boxed and kept: kept beyond her keeping.

– Your mother never threw a thing away, you know?

I know, I know, I know. And I pack up another box of my own burdens to be sent somewhere they’ll be received with joy, find another black bag for those things that can only be banished.