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Just me as I pull over at the side of the road, out of view of the camp.
Just me as I put my head down on the steering wheel and cry.
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After driving back to Hamilton, I bike downtown for dinner with friends from my Ph.D. class. We sit at a long table with the ease of people who were strangers eleven months ago but have made it through a hard first year of a graduate program together. We are at Wass Ethiopian Restaurant, across from St. Joseph’s Hospital. You were born at St. Joe’s.
After I had an emergency caesarian section for your birth, you stayed in-hospital for two weeks because the obstetrician was worried you had an infection. I spent hours with you daily, first in the ICU, then when we roomed-in together. We were a unit from your first moments. Your father and I had been in a long-distance relationship with infrequent contact, and he had stopped communicating when he learned I was pregnant. That disappearance no longer mattered.
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