'A childhood that began with a sort of cautious optimism quickly devolved into absolute horse shit.'
June 20, 2012 7:15 AM Subscribe
My mother became my daughter when I was nine years old.
I sat in the waiting room with the kind of faceless authority figure who sits with your child when you are her only person, in my pajamas: milk spilled down the front, urine staining the crotch, reading Harriet the Spy and completely unaware of the major shift occurring beneath the tectonic plates of my life. There was a blood clot in her brain, at the site of impact, and the doctors had to shave her head and crack her skull open to get it out before it ruptured and killed her. And they did, which was a kind of a little miracle.
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