Enlightened Librarian: The Ewan files 1

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The Ewan files 1 · Feb 11, 01:03 PM

On Wednesday I was a man-child: susceptible, anxious and crusted in veneers of work and superficial desires. On Thursday I was broken and hammered together again by the cries of my wife and the cries of my tiny son. I am a man-dad.

Ewan is in his 60th hour of life. He was born with the furrows of old age, gained from a pre-lifetime of stress from being thrust through the dark tunnel of his mother’s bones. He was born on my father’s birthday, and in the first hours I saw the man who had not faded away but had left unfinished and incomplete, parted from his loves. i don’t know if my dad is behind this, but I saw the involuntary movements of a tiny mouth composed unwillingly into into the briefest of smiles. I have seen the pre-age leave him now and his face soften, because he has begun to learn that his cries will be answered. We have poured ourselves out to him, and will for the rest of our lives together.

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