and then my child, your mother, told me that she was pregnant. she looked so happy and beautiful. all I could think was, "another chance for joy!"
you are the product of the great love that two wounded souls have found. I love you every moment of every day. and I love you for the joy you have brought to my daughter.
so your job is simply this: trust your instincts, remember your secret pact, and reclaim the wisdom you have always had.
but I believe there's another part of my job with you. I also have to make sure you never, ever forget what you knew at the age of six months. you knew to climb up on my lap.
I want you to know that being different is not a problem. it's just being different. but feeling different is a problem. when you feel different, the feeling can actually change the way you see the world.
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