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I remember like it was yesterday. There were three. I stood there, face pressed to the glass as I looked into A room filled with chaos, joy, and plenty of frenzy. I didn't understand the tubes, or why something so small Took so long to finally come into this world, But I was fascinated. Dad was standing beside me and smiling. He said something to me, but I was too Entranced by you. The nurses pulled you each up to the window, That way I could get a better look. My face contorted, and I felt confused. I think it worried Dad just a teensy bit, The way I was looking at you. He leaned over me and asked, "What's the matter?" I wasn't sure what to say to him. So I straightened my glasses, Stared him in the eye, And boldly said, "My newborn brothers look like naked mole rats."
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Apr 25, 2010
Apr 25, 2010 at 6:36 AM UTC
Newborn Brothers
I remember like it was yesterday. There were three. I stood there, face pressed to the glass as I looked into A room filled with chaos, joy, and plenty of frenzy. I didn't understand the tubes, or why something so small Took so long to finally come into this world, But I was fascinated. Dad was standing beside me and smiling. He said something to me, but I was too Entranced by you. The nurses pulled you each up to the window, That way I could get a better look. My face contorted, and I felt confused. I think it worried Dad just a teensy bit, The way I was looking at you. He leaned over me and asked, "What's the matter?" I wasn't sure what to say to him. So I straightened my glasses, Stared him in the eye, And boldly said, "My newborn brothers look like naked mole rats."
It's true. Infants do look like naked mole rats.
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Apr 25, 2010
Apr 25, 2010 at 6:36 AM UTC
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