I Thought the White String in My Egg Was Something Dangerous—The Truth Completely Surprised Me

opened the third letter so fast I almost tore it.

“If it’s a boy, I hope he laughs like you do when you’re really happy.”

My hand flew to my mouth.

“He thought I hated him.”

I nodded and passed him one of the birthday cards.

“Read it,” I said.

He opened it carefully.

Inside, the handwriting was Andrew’s.

“To my child,

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