My Wife Was Seven Months Pregnant When She Stopped Leaving Bed—Then I Lifted the Blue Blanket and Realized My Mother Already Knew What Was Underneath
Dangerous if repeated forever.
Hope did not need to grow up carrying the weight of being:
The baby who survived Grandma Brenda.
She was Hope.
Liked dinosaurs at four.
Hated tomatoes.
Loved yellow.
Once told her kindergarten teacher I worked at: