Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Day 252 - September 8, 2015

I walked into the room and memories from my childhood came rushing back. Memories I didn't even realize were still in my mind. Memories of the table. The wooden platform. The white board with pieces of tape all over it. The heavy vest. The light. The shadows. The sound of the beep.

Today, I am thankful for my parents who put on brave faces for me as a child when they probably just felt like crumbling. Now it's my turn.

I will be brave for you, baby girl.


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