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Birthmother; Reprise

Your empty bottles are still scattered across my kitchen counter. There are milk stains on the sheets from where we slept together. Your blankets are tossed over the backs of chairs. Your diaper bag is still in my car. Your carseat sits empty. I will put these things away soon; finally, slowly; the same way I placed you into your new home — taking note of every detail. I needed to know you and love you before I could give you away. I needed to feel like you were mine, and these past five days, you were. We were for each other.

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