When you left just now, I remembered the moment seventeen years ago today when the nurse handed you to me, your full weight in my arms instead of my belly. How you were somehow in here for almost a year. Last night I revisited every single note I’d made about your first nine months of feedings, movements, predilections. Combed through printed photos fr…
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