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She didn't know she was going there to stay.  We told her about it a week ago but she'd forgotten it by the time we ended the next sentence.

We spent the day with her there, tried to make her tiny room inviting, but we knew there was no amount of pretty we could paint it with to make it feel like home.

And then we hugged her, told her we'd see her tomorrow, and simply walked away.

That was yesterday and my heart felt raw.

Today I feel like an asshole. 

Please forgive us Mama.