Starting a little slowly, this is
a moving monologue on how we live our lives and how we protect our children,
reflected through the memories evoked at a bedside vigil.
As she comforts her dying mother, the daughter
reflects on her life, her children's lives and her mother's life. Comparing and
contrasting the various influences, good and bad, as filtered through the eyes
of her mother, a generation that acquiesced to too many things....
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