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They had only been in town for a day. I remember it well. We spent the entire day sightseeing and enjoying ourselves. They came over for dinner at my apartment. We stayed up late before realizing they had to take the subway back to their hotel. I walked them to the corner and before I made it home received a frantic phone call from my stepdad, Marty. My mom had fallen down the subway stairs, breaking her arm and splitting her head open. No station agent had seen them. Nobody was around to help. By the time I ran back to them they were walking slowly, her face covered in blood. The handkerchief covering her head was also soaked in blood.