Problem Child.It started before you were even born. You were so big and so needy that you got an eviction notice a week before your due date, and true to form, my problem child got his head stuck before he could even start his exit.
They had to cut me open to get you out of a jam and that’s more or less been life ever since.When you were 18 months old I woke up to your empty crib.
Your siblings were sleeping soundly, but you, you were just gone.I panicked. I ran through every room on the second floor, terrified that you had pushed over the baby gate at the top of the stairs, imagining your baby skull split open on the landing.
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