writing my brother about not coming for christmas, i suddenly felt the trauma of my great nephew james, having to go to his biological father's for christmas. the sorrow, pain and anger rise, and i feel my heart draw tight with my brother's, and my soul fly out to james, recalling my little self in the same place so long ago, wanting to hide, with nowhere to hide. it feels like today. so long ago.
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