So while I was standing in the bathroom taking deep breaths and giving Lexy new toilet paper to soak up the blood, my phone blipped that I had a message. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and found this picture. My step-dad took this picture of my mom sitting at a coffee shop in Auburn. I said, "Papa sent a picture of Gramma." Lexy is still crying but she hiccups out, "Where." So I turn my phone around so she can see and she leans forward. She starts to really cry again. Sobbing, she says, "Is she looking at my lip?" "No, honey."
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