Helen brought flowers to my room today. She brought flowers, and she hugged me and told me I was beautiful. I don’t know how or when this became our routine on mornings after mostly sleepless nights, but years later, the feeling is no less overwhelming than it was the first time she hugged me, the first time she told me I was beautiful, the first
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