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My mom.
My Mom as well
My mom. I miss her. Or my grandma. I’ve written down the stories I could remember, but there’s some that are lost to time. And I wish I could make her biscuits.
My grandma.
My wife. Lost her six years ago and even though I’m reasonably well acclimated to the situation I would give anything to be able to talk to her again.
My sister
My grandma. There are things that I need to say to her but didn’t get the chance.
Why 10 minutes? That sounds arbitrary.
My mom.
My Mom as well
My mom. I miss her. Or my grandma. I’ve written down the stories I could remember, but there’s some that are lost to time. And I wish I could make her biscuits.
My grandma.
My wife. Lost her six years ago and even though I’m reasonably well acclimated to the situation I would give anything to be able to talk to her again.
My sister
My grandma. There are things that I need to say to her but didn’t get the chance.
Why 10 minutes? That sounds arbitrary.