Now I See You (Molly)
So little, vulnerable, unable to grasp my thumb, no Babinski clutch. Then we knew: you were injured. Your brain impacted at birth, maybe. Or you carried a gene, like the uncle’s child we never knew about. I had prayed as a young girl that all of my children would be “normal.” Several nieces and nephews […]
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