The Unanswered Question

I visited Mum yesterday. Sorry your mother died, she said. No, you’re my mother; I’m your daughter – remember?  Oh yes, she said. Sorry to hear of your mother’s death, she said a moment later.  No, I repeated, you’re my mother. Oh, she said. How long have I been dead?

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