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I Named My Daughter After the Woman I Wish She Could Have Met

Something unexpected cracks me open every year: Tonight, it was my daughter, recognizing the name I’d given her because I couldn’t give her the woman herself.

maid

wrongness,I’ll carry you

How shameful. They could all see my bra.

permanent

my

Never

waiting. One, two, three, four, five . . .You can do it!

Por favor, Nanny, Ayudame!

I haddone it,

Bring me my sandals. Take me home.

I’ll see you in my dreams.

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