Otro Año

Otro Año

On my birthday, my mom doesn’t break out old pictures or videos of me.  Instead, she tells me stories about the time surrounding my birth.  Today’s story was about how in the days after my birth, she was so scared of people touching, breathing, or even looking at me, that she’d put my carrier on top of the refrigerator to protect me from the people who wanted to see me.

My poor mother has really always wished she could lock me away from everyone and everything.


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