It's 10 PM, my son is fast asleep. Rain is pouring hard outside, the kind of weather where you just want to curl up under your blanket. I trace my baby's face slowly, watching his eyes close, listening to his calm breaths and feeling his fingers loosen, no longer holding mine. This moment slow me down and I'm taken back to the old days when I met the 15-year-old me.
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