The Day My Mother Stopped Cooking

We're all lost in the kitchen

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My son and I were greeted by my father at the front door, but it wasn’t until I entered my parent’s kitchen that I saw my eighty-five-year-old mom.

She was standing next to an empty cutting board and a bare counter. She turned to me with a puzzled look, like she had a question she wasn’t sure how to ask.

My parents live about an h…