Girl of Truth
Lisa Consani
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That was beautiful and brought tears to my eyes. I often marvel at how proud of my son I am when he takes a step forward in his development and yet wonder why that somewhat saddens me. Every day that he becomes someone new he leaves behind someone whom I already adored entirely. I ask myself, “does the fact that there is this seemingly new wonderful child in front of me mean that the former wonderful child I recently knew no longer exists?” Then I wonder at how silly and inane I can be.

I too itch to write and often lose sleep because of a want to write. I often get in and out of bed to write only one paragraph the ultimately goes nowhere.

This piece spoke volumes to me. Such an amazingly touching essay.

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