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Rain lashed against my studio window last Tuesday while I sorted through boxes labeled "Dad - College." My fingers trembled when I found it - that water-damaged Polaroid of him laughing on a sailboat, his arm slung around Mom before MS stole her mobility. The mildew stains had eaten half her smile, and Dad's eyes were just ghostly smudges. Thirty years evaporated in that instant; I was nine again watching her wheelchair navigate our narrow hallway. That's when I remembered the app everyone kept

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