I watched the cycle blossom as she began embracing each development—babyhood, childhood, and adulthood. . . . I gave to her that which was given to me: love, joy, happiness, and pain. We struggled endlessly to stay above the water. The journey we traveled took us across rough roads, around in circles, up steep hills, down deep valleys, and through high mountain chains. And with her strapped over my shoulders, I’d thought . . .
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