Ann I hear voices, then an ambulance. I am very small. It is the middle of the night. I peek out through the crack as I move close to the bedroom door. My father and sister Sandy, have my mother. She is sitting on a pillow at the top of the stairway . She stopped walking that morning. I see them pull her down the staircase one step at a time. I am 4 years of age.
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