Nine years ago today, I held my son for the first time. I treasure this photo of our first moments together because I can remember exactly what I felt and I also remember what the caretakers told us through the translator, "He never lets anyone hold him close, you must be his mother."
I still have the privilege of holding him close and basking in the purity of his love.
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