“Happy birthday Julian! Oh my goodness you’ve gotten so big! Grandma loves you! Oh I’ve just missed you so much! How are you!? Have you had a good birthday? Why don’t you go get your presents and show them to grandma?”
Miriam clicked pause.
The recording stopped.
She was an eighty-three-year-old woman sitting in her hospice bed with a laptop, microph…
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