How My Father and I Drew a New Life
Briefly

When I was 13, my mother learned that she had multiple sclerosis.By that point she couldn't drive, get dressed or walk by herself.My father became her sole caretaker, and she was less than appreciative.When she rang the buzzer, he never got there fast enough.When he brought her a glass of water, there was never the right amount of ice.
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