A Mother's Lost Decade
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in my stomach had not
ant.
irteen
. Small, tasteless additi
to ensure
is face lit up wit
, Sarah! W
ill-flat stomach,
er watch, cold and distant,
it happen agai
clinic in the phone book,
bits here and there, hid
Michael I was visitin
screet. I filled out the
," I whispered to t
no judgment
the door to the c
ch
him, John
lice officer, but to the clinic director who rushe
ying the most awful things, about our grandchildren. Imagining t
ptain, nodded gravely. "Sh
convincing.
ff looked at m
s that they were the ones who
hael' s arm around me
oud enough for the staff to hear. "We'l
ey met mine, were
husband, the con
as the
m that long-ago accident. That memory felt
at hero be t
m, "What about the babie
gentle, terrible smile and sa
rol was
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