When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”
“Did they actually keep your room?”
“No.”
Thank God.
The “old things” turned out to be a small cardboard box my mother had carried between homes.
A stuffed rabbit.
Two photographs.
A plastic bracelet.
One tiny sweater.
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