When Touch Is Forbidden, Food Becomes My Love Language

When Touch Is Forbidden, Food Becomes My Love Language

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When Touch Is Forbidden, Food Becomes My Love Language

Last June, my parents and I stayed in a house in San Francisco while my mom, Diana, recovered from a single-lung transplant. Note that this was 2020 — the year of COVID-19. Because I was visiting from my own home hundreds of miles away, I had to take precautions to protect my recovering mother as much as a caregiver possibly can. This meant avoiding physical contact with her, wearing a mask around her at all…

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