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Hope That Love Would Heal the Distance
When our son was born, I thought maybe—just maybe—that cold exterior might soften. She came to visit once. Held him briefly, smiled for a photo, praised the shape of his nose.
And then she vanished.
No follow-up calls. No birthday card. No interest.
The silence was painful, but I accepted it. I told myself it was her way. I didn’t know then that this was the calm before a storm I never saw coming.
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