November 7, 2011
My mother's last birthday that she celebrated with my father.
My mother loved red velvet cake. So Vicky made one for her, in their apartment in Mesa, and we had it in the dining room.
The next time my mother had red velvet cake was about three years later, on the day she died. She had asked Vicky, once again, to make her one, and so we brought one to her. It was literally her last meal.
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