After My Accident, My Mother Refused to Help With My Newborn So I Made One Decision

had healed and I could lift my son and hold him and put him down and the ordinary mechanics of caring for him were mine again.

All of it was mine.

That was the thing, finally, that I understood.

Not that I had been victimized and survived it, though that was true. Not that I had been strong when it was required of me, though that was also true.

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