Reblogged from The Manifest-Station:
Today we took a road trip.
Me, Emily and Ronan. Ronan, packed in the back, his small floppy head propped up with stuffed animals and socks, his face reflected in a crooked little mirror, so Emily, his mom, could look into it every so often as she drove in case he had a seizure or stopped breathing.
Tay Sachs has its hold on this little boy.
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An essay by my friend Jennifer, who is my good friend and just blew up my Facebook page.
Published on August 31, 2012 10:30