Why do you pretend to be something you are not is the question that echoed out within my head as I laid there in the cold. It was clear that they had discovered that I wasn’t truly who I was and all the things I did were just luck. And just as luck fades so did my great feats of intelligence. They faded out leaving me blank and in a haze of panic.
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by Valarie Kinney
When my first child was born, I was frantic with worry over all the terrible things in the world that might go wrong. I brought her home and stayed up nights, staring at this tiny, helpless being in the bassinet, keeping myself on guard for fear she might stop breathing or start choking or fall prey to some sort of Boogeyman in our home.
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