PART 3   I stared at the hospital bracelet in the lunchbox until the letters of my own name blurred.

Not about a life before me.

To me, she had always been Mom: practical shoes, tired hands, grocery lists, church potlucks, clean laundry folded at midnight.

But here she was, young and alive on the page.

We planned to marry when I found out I was pregnant with you. Walter was terrified, but happy. He built a cradle before we could afford a crib. Then came continue reading …