Eight years after my daughter died, I thought I had finally come to terms with my grief.
Then Lily walked into my classroom.
And for one terrible second, I thought my dead daughter had grown up without me.
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Maggie was eight when she woke up with a fever and told me her legs felt “too heavy.”
Paul and I took her straight to the hospital.
And for one terrible second, I thought my dead daughter had grown up without me.
For twelve days, doctors tested her for everything they could think of, but every answer led nowhere.
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