Why can't that be my mom?
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I frequently see an older woman walking a Bichon Frise outside as I look out my kitchen windows. My mom used to walk our (ok, her) Bichon each day, too, before she broke her hip after the stroke. She can't even walk now. I always think about Mom when I see our neighbor. I even miss the dog, who didn't particularly like me. by StephanieTor in Six-Word Memoirs on Jan 11, 2013 | 
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