She is my daughter

One thought that used to drive me bonkers in the early months and years was that most people in the world don’t know he existed, and never will know. That as important as he is to me, he is nothing to them. They can go on about their business unencumbered by the thought of him, of all this promise gone, of all the potential not only unrealized, but never even hinted at. […]

A friend once said that she doesn’t always know how to speak of A because, she said, „he is your pain.“ „No,“ I replied, „he is my son.“

~ Julia

„Духчето“, she said