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A good night, and then a bad night. In the light, in the moments between drinking and sleeping, our son will lie quietly and look. In the dark he fills with inscrutable desires, hurts and fears. Alienation tears at his insides until he can suck and become calm. He is untethered from his former home and is unsure where he is, and who we are.
But he meets our eyes more and more now. We hang on.
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