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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