After My Mother’s Passing, I Discovered the Meaning Behind Her Worn Coat
My mother wore the same charcoal-gray coat for thirty winters, and for most of my childhood, I was ashamed of it. The elbows were thin, the cuffs frayed, and the buttons didn’t match. When I was a teenager, I asked her to drop me off a block away from school so no one would see…
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