my daughter

‘My daughter’s friend ran down the stairs. ‘What do you mean something is wrong with her?’ He said, ‘She just leaned over and exhaled really loudly.’

“I ran up the stairs. I saw her slumped onto her side on the couch. I sat next to her, tapping her cheek, and calling out her name. ‘Anais, wake up. ANAIS, wake up!!!’ She gasped, and her eyes rolled back. I questioned her friend about their activities at the mall before this happened. ‘I promise I will not be angry, I just need you to be honest!’”

‘When She Was Born My Son.’

“‘You are a boy, hunny,’ I would say to him gently. By the age of 4, he was flat out denying this could be true.”

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