This is a story about random paths crossing.
My roommate and I grew up in Alabama and met in our 20’s. We were there long enough to feel it evolve into a very Red state. Being a progressive in the buckle of the Bible belt wasn’t much fun as a young adult.
After going our own ways for a few years, we both ended up relocating to Los Angeles at about the same time. This was 6 years ago. We are both in our early 40’s and white.
Over the past 3 weeks, my roommate, Laura, has been dealing with an ailing mother back home in Alabama. Laura’s mother is in the early stages of Alzheimers. After her mother was admitted to the hospital a few weeks ago, Laura flew back on a moment’s notice to tend to her needs. Laura has a brother that still lives in the area, but he’s not much help when it comes to these moments. Ok, I’ll say it – he’s a selfish butthead.
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