On Tuesday, one of the longer days of my life, we got out of jail and came home to a clean, vaccumed apartment. Your grandmother was anxiously waiting for you to come home. She even had your crib all set up for you. It had just arrived earlier that day. She was so happy to greet you and give you a tour. Your father was deperately trying to get you out of the 100 degree heat as fast as possible. Your father rushed you in, handed you to your grandmother…and the door slammed on me. I’ll live.
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