Birthday Cake
I sat alone at the kitchen table. My daughter on a stool at the counter with her breakfast. I started to sob. again. A continuation from...
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Birthday Cake
Nine months later, the same woman who counseled me for my abortion delivered my perfect baby boy
One is perfect, the other is two.
You never really get rid of that muscle memory.
I write this not knowing what the future holds
They don’t tell you so much. They can’t.
We're made for this shit.