I was recently reminded of a story that my mother tells me from time to time about how happy I was as a baby. My mom used to have a path that she’d take to pick my sibling up from school. On one particular street, the elderly and retired would chill outside of their homes in their yards together and whenever they saw baby me pass by in the stroller, their faces would light up. My mom said that... »
August 24, 2025
The Baby Who Stopped Traffic (And How I Found Her Again)
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