"When my mother was giving me to him, she was crying. I can still barely hear her quiet voice, but I can't rec
"When my mother was giving me to him, she was crying. I can still barely hear her quiet voice, but I can't recall her words or her face behind the tears... Just that lavender smell — it tickled my nose and I wanted to sneeze."
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