Mim. I called her Mim. Her name was Miriam.
Ruthie, Mim said. When Daddy and I were first married, for the first month or so, every morning I got up before him, went into the kitchen, and made breakfast for him. And every morning, I burnt his breakfast. On purpose. Finally, after that first month, Daddy said to me, Mim, thank you for making my breakfast every morning, but you know what? Why don't you sleep in a little, and I'll take care of it myself from now on.
Ah Mim. I still miss you every day.
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