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Margaret Louise McWilliam Age 21, 1987
Can I collect my loss in a neatly typed page? Can I bring my daughter back by washing and ironing and mailing away? I can't. Nonetheless, this project appeals to me. For close to twenty years, giving away my daughter's things has been a sort of ritual…Still, some things remain...There are the dresses she made herself...There is the pink dress she wore for her first job interview...I shall not dwell on the nightmare of horror that happened less than a year later. I shall hang on to the happiness of the day I associate with the pink dress as we drove to my mother's apartment to celebrate Margaret's first full-time job.
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