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ME, FEMALE, 28. MY MOTHER DIED WHEN I WAS NINE. FATHER REMARRIED. WHEN I WAS TWELVE TO WHEN I WAS TWELVE TO WHEN I WAS TWELVE TO A WOMAN I'LL CALL SARA. SHE WAS YOUNGER THAN HIM BY FIFTEEN YEARS. BEAUTIFUL, POLITE, SOFT-SPOKEN. SHE NEVER TRIED TO REPLACE MY MOTHER, WHICH I RESPECTED. SHE ALSO NEVER REALLY TRIED TO BE A MOTHER AT ALL. SHE WAS JUST THERE... PLEASANT. DISTANT. WE COEXISTED FOR YEARS IN THE SAME HOUSE AND ALMOST NO REAL CONVERSATION. MY FATHER ADORED HER. HE USED TO SAY SHE SAVED HIM AFTER MY MOTHER DIED. LAST MONTH. THE MONTH THAT PASSED. 60TH BIRTHDAY. BIG PARTY EIGHTY PEOPLE! I FLEW IN FROM WHERE I LIVE NOW SARA ASKED ME TO PICK UP AN OLD PHOTO ALBUM FROM THE STORAGE UNIT. SHE'D BEEN RENTING SINCE BEFORE SHE MARRIED MY DAD. SHE WANTED TO USE THE PHOTOS TO THE PARTY. But behind it were THREE BOXES LABELED WITH MY MOTHER'S NAME. MY MOTHER THE ONE WHO DIED NINETEEN YEARS AGO. I LOOK I KNOW I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO DO THAT BUT CURIOSITY GOT ME I SAT ON THE FLOOR OF THAT STORAGE UNIT. AND OPENED THEM. INSIDE WERE LETTERS. DOZENS OF THEM. FROM MY MOTHER. TO SARA: GOING BACK TO WHEN I WAS FOUR YEARS OLD. FIVE YEARS BE FORE MY MOTHER DIED. THEY WERE FRIENDS. CLOSE FRIENDS. BUT THIS IS NOT Why I'm here to TELL YOU THE STORY