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It was one of those perfect mother-daughter moments, the kind you want to freeze in time. I barely noticed Karen glaring at her own reflection in the water.
Then, out of nowhere, Karen let out a high-pitched, fake laugh.
“Your heel’s sinking into the mud!”
My mom glanced down at her feet, confused. That’s when I saw it happen. Karen’s hand shot out and shoved Mom’s shoulder, hard.
Mom stumbled, her arms flailing as she tried to catch her balance.
But it was too late. She went straight down into the soft, muddy bank at the edge of the lake.
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