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Article: Inside Aunt Margaret's world.
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- Presbyterian Record
- Article date:
- June 1, 2003
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The door is locked. I press the coded numbers while my mother waits beside me. At the sound of the buzzer, Mother forges through the door to greet her sister on the other side.
Aunt Margaret leans over the metal bar of her walker. Pockets fastened with Velcro hang loosely from the walker's shiny slim tubing. They bulge with impressions from half a set of teeth, her uppers, and a bag of dietetic candies. From one pocket, a shaggy brown miniature Teddy, last year's birthday present, stares glassily over the edge of the pink print. From another, a mouth organ sticks up as if ready to warble a tune.
The sisters' eyes lock and embrace. One pair of blue, one ...