Dear Life:
Here I go again. My baby is only an hour and a half away, and she might as well be on the other side of the world. I can't hold her, I can't see her, and I can't tell her I love her. Tomorrow I get on a plane and leave her behind. I feel like I might just throw up from that. After all, I have what I fought for: a chance at a career, a relationship that is stable and loving, and a chance to start over. At moments like these, that all rings hollow compared to the sound of "I love you, Mommy" whispered just before my daughter falls asleep. ..
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