Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
Personality.
Eventually I stopped seeing:
the baby who lived.
I saw Clara.
That took time.
She deserved it.
Lucy came years later.
Another daughter.
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