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By Anne • May 12, 2013 • Life
My daughter was only ten days old when I tried to give her away.
At the door of my parents’ house, I heaved her baby car seat away from me towards my mother.
Take her. I can’t do this.
My arms shook as they took off my coat, made me sit, and brought me tea.
Kate slept on, bundled, quiet.
She almost died. I’m not ready. I can’t-
Tears on the sofa.
I want to be five again, not a grown woman of 31, breasts swollen with milk.
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