“I don’t remember your name, but I love you to death, baby,” I whisper. The slightly yellow and fiddly baby looks up at me in a beam of total peace that I share with her. We’re in a quiet hospital room Read essay
A collection of essays
“I don’t remember your name, but I love you to death, baby,” I whisper. The slightly yellow and fiddly baby looks up at me in a beam of total peace that I share with her. We’re in a quiet hospital room Read essay