I had always thought of a little girl. She would look like me. She would have red ribbons in her hair. I wondered how much she would look like her father, narrow eyes? big ears? high forehead? Who will he be?
It was not simple, but then it was. I spent only 30mins in the operating room. He had had wide set eyes, bone straight hair and red lips.
I still think of a little girl, she was here and she wasn’t. No one is.
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