Just bright lights.
Cold air.
My mother’s trembling voice telling me everything would be okay.
The rest of the story became family history.
My mother told it every year on my birthday.
According to her, the emergency room was filled with tension.
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Just bright lights.
Cold air.
My mother’s trembling voice telling me everything would be okay.
The rest of the story became family history.
My mother told it every year on my birthday.
According to her, the emergency room was filled with tension.