Ester Samson stepped out of the taxi and looked at the old house. The paint had faded a little more since she last visited. She took a deep breath and pulled her suitcase up the front steps. After four years away in the city, she was back home to help her mother pack before the big move.The door opened before she could knock. Her mother, Linda, stood there with a warm smile. “Ester! You made it. Come in, honey.”They hugged tightly. Linda looked tired but happy. “I cannot believe you took time off work for this. The house feels too big now.”“It is no problem, Mom. I needed a break anyway.” Ester wheeled her suitcase inside. The living room was full of boxes. Some were open, others taped shut. Photos and old papers covered the coffee table.“I made coffee. Sit down first,” Linda said.They sat on the couch and talked about small things. Ester’s job as a photographer, the traffic on the way here, and Linda’s plans to move to a smaller place near the beach. After an hour, Linda stoo
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