I used to make her these lunches with just anything I could find lying around the kitchen. Mushy banana amuse-bouche. Old fish heads with undercooked rice. It was a real smorgasbord of sick. And I would march down the hallway, head held all high. Nurse’s face would turn green whenever I walked in the room. But not my mum.

I should get something to conceal my true identity. Oh yeah. These'll do the trick.

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