Mom (micro-essays)

Regrets: As she faded into dementia, I laughed when my mom took a full bite of wasabi.

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She loved the sea. It’s been two years. Water laps over my toes as they melt into the sand. I wet my finger to taste the salt. 

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My mom loved to swim, always at a snail’s pace and with a magnificent smile. I swam today, hoping we could laugh through the water.