She was as quiet as a mouse. Lying in the middle of her king size bed that she hadn’t shared with anybody but me for as long as I could remember, her body looked slender, fragile and – strangely peaceful. Unsure of what to do I stood in the open door and watched her motionless figure.

“Aunt Hellen?”

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