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My knees finally gave out, and I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the floor.
Millie.
God, my baby.
I could picture her so clearly it hurt.
The gap-toothed smile she'd had last spring. The way she got excited about absolutely everything. The ridiculous collection of rocks she insisted on keeping because each one was apparently special. The drawings she made for me every chance she got, usually featuring frogs, flowers, and stick figures that somehow always managed to look happier than real people.
She was the only reason I'd survived this long.
The only reason I kept getting up.
The only reason I kept enduring things I never would've tolerated otherwise.
Because as long as I could still see her, still hold her, still hear her call me Mom, I could convince myself there w
