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She doesn’t notice the click of the shutter as I snap her picture

You get up the next morning and you head into your day, and you act like a normal person with normal problems

Retrieving the letter that falls out of the envelope, I gasp as I recognize my father’s unmistakable, beautiful script

Cold dread mingled with an absurd sense of validation at having my fears confirmed

I’m not exactly sure, and they can sense that. They sniff out uncertainty like bloodhounds

“I want my mommy,” I repeated, sobbing, while the visitors looked on, not knowing what to say.