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I met my birth son once, then he died. The man who adopted him helped me grieve
I met my birth son once, then he died. The man who adopted him helped me grieve,I know that when David looks at my face, he sees his son’s reflected back, and for me, David contains all that remains of my son. Our son.

I met my birth son once, then he died. The man who adopted him helped me grieve

I know that when David looks at my face, he sees his son’s reflected back, and for me, David contains all that remains of my son. Our son.