In some of them we are both about Cassie’s size. Then it’s just my mother who is about Cassie’s size, and she’s looking at my shrunken frame happily and I’m looking at the camera like I have no idea. Like I’m vacant. And I can see her illness, the diabetes and heart disease she never wanted to discuss, in the sheen on her skin, its flushed color, how her eyes are too bright, how tired she looks, so very tired, I never realized how tired until now. On the end table is a photo of Tom and me on her balcony, from the afternoon when he met her for the first time. He’s wearing a tie because this is the first time he’s meeting my mother. I’m wearing that dress I’ve never worn since.