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40 Dina I did not weep when Dina died— for I had no tears left in my eyes; I had shed them days before she passed on I had not bid her farewell— our sweet mother, beacon of hope! I did not know at the time of parting that it was a parting in itself Mama had told me she was dying of old age, but that was just a sham her children had abandoned her, denying her medical intervention— for she deserved no treatment, old age was an illness undeserving cure. So I cried and cried and cried till the wells of my tears dried not that she was dying, but because her ungrateful children, without concern for the ailing mother, had lost their moral compass, their conscience, dead like the stiff of their mother, forgetting that Dina, in the prime of her youth, had nursed them to life while she, in old age, had been denied life. ...

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