Memory 35
The hammering at our door woke us up early. The sun had only just started to rise. Rosh was outside. Shivering in the middle of winter with only a thin, cotton shirt. He looked at my face before he burst into tears. He cried on my shirt and filled it with snot and tears.
The news scared him. It scared me too. He was having a child. A child with a woman, he could only ever see as a friend. I could see the relief, in your eyes, that we would never have to do this. We could be us, forever.
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