Losing My Mother

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My name is Nefissa and there are two of me. There is the Nefissa I used to be before she died and the Nefissa I became post death. I lost my mother, Miriam a year ago. She was 62 years old and I was 34 years old. She suffered from agoraphobia.

The last time she actually left the apartment was eight years prior to her mother’s death. When my grandmother, Zoila passed; that was the last time my mother stepped out of the apartment. She…