My mother taught me to fold men¹s shirts in half lengthwise down the middle, matching shoulder seams and sleeves, then doubling the shirt twice more into a tidy rectangle. But the last time, folding my father¹s just-dried shirts, unsure why we had washed them in the first place, I folded them in half widthwise, the sleeves crucified, so I could press my palms across his chest again.
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