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My 80-year-old mother spent seven days visiting an old friend — she returned looking half her size, carrying a suitcase that wasn't hers. My mother had always been a cheerful, slightly overweight woman who loved baking and never missed Sunday dinner. So when she announced she was spending a week with her childhood friend Margaret, I was happy for her. Margaret lived three hours away, and they hadn't seen each other in twenty years. But seven days later, when I picked Mom up at the train station, I barely recognized her. Her clothes hung loosely from her shoulders. Her cheeks were sunken. And she was dragging an enormous black suitcase.
My 80-year-old mother spent seven days visiting an old friend — she returned looking half her size, carrying a suitcase that wasn't hers. My mother had always been a cheerful, slightly overweight woman who loved baking and never missed Sunday dinner. So when she announced she was spending a week with her childhood friend Margaret, I was happy for her. Margaret lived three hours away, and they hadn't seen each other in twenty years. But seven days later, when I picked Mom up at the train station, I barely recognized her. Her clothes hung loosely from her shoulders. Her cheeks were sunken. And she was dragging an enormous black suitcase. "Mom, what happened to you?" She forced a smile. "Just a little stomach trouble, sweetheart." But she'd lost so much weight that I immediately wanted to take her to the hospital. She refused. Then I noticed the suitcase. Mom had left home with a small blue travel bag. "Where's your luggage?" She gripped the black handle. "Margaret gave me this one. Mine broke." At home, Mom carried the suitcase straight into her bedroom and locked the door. That evening, I called Margaret. A man answered. When I asked for her, he went quiet. "Margaret hasn't lived here for eight years." My stomach dropped. I checked the number again. It was the same one Mom had given me before leaving. The next morning, I found her asleep in her armchair. Beside her lay a train ticket dated three days before her supposed return. And underneath it was a luggage tag. Not Margaret's name. Not my mother's. I quietly opened the black suitcase. Inside were neatly folded clothes, a sealed brown envelope, and an old-fashioned digital camera. I switched it on. The battery was almost dead. There were only four photographs. I opened the first. Then I looked at the second. But it was the final photograph that made me grab my car keys. Because I suddenly knew where I needed to go. See less

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