My son and I when he was around 1. He was a lovely boy, but so soft and floppy few people dared to carry him. I used to carry him and sing to him every night in the kitchen to try to soothe him to sleep. Those were all very precious moments. Before his sisters came along, he was my preoccupation.
I did not believe that life was fair. And I still don't
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