A Friend’s Mom

It takes just one person

Stephanie Gruner Buckley
Aug 26 · 4 min read
Photo by LexScope on Unsplash

He swears he remembers the day he was born. It was September 27th, 1997 in the new Mercer Wing at West Shore Hospital. He says he can smell the ammonia; see the blinding florescent lights. He sees his parents hovering that first night, anxious he’s still breathing.

By his first birthday, his mom and dad have drifted apart. By the time he’s four, they’re both remarried.