Yes, that is something she can help me with all the same. If she has time.She seems pleased. I can do the shopping, she says. Just tell me what you need.After twenty minutes I hear her car driving up in front of the house.It’s me, Mom, she calls out. As if it could be anyone else. And then she says no more for a few minutes, before standing in the kitchen doorway.The application form, she says. It’s still lying here.Disappointment. Her face and her voice, her hand with the letter.She gives it to me. And now I have to open the envelope, I have to look at the sheet of paper with the blank spaces where Simon’s name should be. I have to say oh, I have to say I must have forgotten about it. I have to find an excuse, she is right to be displeased with me, she has taken over that role. It is the intention that I should feel ashamed.I’m a bit disorganized, I say and apologize to my daughter. She says it’s all right, Mom. Fetching my glasses, she places them in front of me on the table and puts the grocery bags on the counter.
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