She lifted the tape and it was not a tattoo. Or it was, but not the kind Warren had spent three days imagining. Across the inside of her forearm, in my mother\u2019s exact handwriting, were seven words. Keep the porch light on for me.<\/p>\n
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It was the last thing my mother ever wrote, on the back of a grocery list, in the hospital, the afternoon before she died. Nadia had found it in the kitchen drawer the week of the funeral and taken it to an artist who reproduces handwriting precisely, line for line, pressure for pressure. The four hundred and ten dollars, every cent she had saved since she was thirteen, was so she would never lose the last thing her grandmother\u2019s hand ever made.<\/p>\n
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