I Lived in Poverty with Amnesia for 13 Years – Until One Day, a White SUV Pulled up to My Tent Under the Bridge

Flora snorted. “We’re not normal.”

Nora raised her glass. “Normal is overrated.”

We laughed when I said. “I’ll drink to that.”

That laughter healed something.

Not all of our trauma, but maybe most of it.

I understand that what happened at the hospital turned my life upside down, but it also showed me something I was too shattered to know before.

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