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Tova Bitterman

You fall asleep waiting for me again. I take a blanket from our bed and join you on the couch. When you wake you’ll know I’m home safe.

Tova Bitterman has been published on Nanoism once before.

At fifty-three, she hadn’t planned to raise a two-year-old but her granddaughter would grow up in a proper home.

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