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Thursday – A Matter of Punctuation
Sep. 30th, 2010 01:09 pm.
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I fell in love with my son the day he looked me in eye and smiled. He was 3 months old. I was so relieved that he was not going to be like my kid brother. I thought I was home free.
My kid brother was always odd, even when he was a baby. I remember the daughter of a family friend who used to babysit us both (we are 18 months apart in age) commenting about him.
"He was the strangest child. He would look at you, but he never smiled. You were okay, Nina. You were a sweet baby. But he was always...different. I can't explain it, but he was."
( No Easy Answers )
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I fell in love with my son the day he looked me in eye and smiled. He was 3 months old. I was so relieved that he was not going to be like my kid brother. I thought I was home free.
My kid brother was always odd, even when he was a baby. I remember the daughter of a family friend who used to babysit us both (we are 18 months apart in age) commenting about him.
"He was the strangest child. He would look at you, but he never smiled. You were okay, Nina. You were a sweet baby. But he was always...different. I can't explain it, but he was."
( No Easy Answers )
