There’s this little girl upstairs sleeping. Well, actually she’s not sleeping. She’s scouring the ceiling for bugs and reading books she has smuggled into her bed. But still, there is this little girl upstairs. I first met her almost seven years ago. She was small – 7 lbs 14 oz. And she was perfect. In fact, she was so perfect that I spent months waiting for something to happen. Because surely someone this perfect could not have come from me. […]
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