Darkness falls and I wait. I look at the clock atop my entertainment center. Maggie takes her place in the window to look out for Papa. I curl up in my lazy boy – my feet cold from the air conditioning. Maggie then jumps to attention as a car pulls up out front. It is about 9pm. Papa is here. I go open the front door as Maggie jubilantly barks at Papa as he walks across the yard – his hands filled with various Ziploc bags and containers of medications. This happens every night of my life and rarely fails.
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