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One by one, the fairies living in wildflowers and the voices of trees that once I could see and hear, faded away.
The doctor smiled as he announced to my mother, “You have a beautiful baby girl but she has no legs.”
Sometimes after I got them to bed, I would sit, fetal, on the sagging couch, drinking jug wine and crying.
Although I was grateful, I didn’t understand what attracted them to me.