It was early in the day and a brisk forty degrees when we began our descent into the Grand Canyon. In preparation for a full morning of hiking on the Bright Angel Trail, the four of us laced up our boots and bundled up.
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I am not like my mother.
My mother worked full time, a single mother for many years, solely responsible for looking me in the face every single day.
Weary and exhausted from a long day’s work, she made sure that we had a warm meal each night. If she had a complaint about this, I never heard it, not even under her breath.
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