The grieving man stooped in sadness, accepting condolences from friends, loved ones, strangers. He wept over his sister’s untimely passing. She was my colleague and a friend, so I attended her funeral to pay my respects.
I admit, I also went for another reason.
Six months earlier, my daughter was born with a life-threatening infection. My baby was required to spend the first weeks of her life in the neonatal intensive care unit, which was where my husband and I spent every moment of every day after her birth.
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