Your Birth

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The time came for your (and your sister’s) birth, and Eddie cancelled a business trip to Wittenberg, to be with me. I saw your face for about a minute - the nurse passed you to me after your birth, which was long and laden with toils; but took you away to bathe you and check you over only moments later. Your sister who (should have) come after you, as you well know, did not survive that troublesome time in the womb, and never broke forth into the world as you did.

They told me you seemed healthy, but I was too exhausted and in pain with your sister to fully feel relief. It was the last time I saw you. I remember your father kissing my forehead, and
whispering softly, "Rest now, my love." Of living, I remember nothing else...

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