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A thief, a robber. A kidnapper of life. You linger in our home. Cause friction amongst our family and deprive the matriarch - our rock - of intelligence, dignity, mobility and life. A gifted thief, you keep us on bated breath. Just when we think hope is gone, your ransom call comes in the form of a glance, a single coherent word, or perhaps the most evil, a smile. Our hears are rendered powerless to your strength. Back to a thwarted belief that a miracle could happen. That she may just get better, a false sense of hope…an unfortunate case of denial. Despite all of this, no ransom will ever be a match for our fierce loyalty and love.