Just finished reading my book, The Memory Keeper's Daughter. It was about a doctor who delievered his own twins, only to find that his daughter had Down Syndrome. He made a decision to give her away and the story continues with how that one decision changed his life, his marriage and family forever.
To put it simply, the book was great. Not much was written about the special needs, like I would have liked it to be, but it was simply a book about love and life. It is real, or at least I could relate to it really well, how people can change, and even love can change. It was painful to read, not my pain, but the character's pain. The author illustrated that really well.
All that loss, that helplessness, of life that followed a secret kept, a decision made, and of all that couldn't be changed until that very person died. I believe he died with deep regret. The hurt that followed after the secret was discovered, the understanding that his family tried so hard to show to him. I find this all very captivating.
I love reading for this very reason. For all that words can do to illustrate something you probably wouldn't be able to feel if you lacked that experience. Reading takes me to another world, and I love it. More books to be read, those I bought in Boston. Can't wait.
Baby, I hope what happens in this book never happens to us. At that point I suddenly thought of you, and I truly hope such pain will never follow us. I can't think too far into the future, can't promise for whatever is yet to come. Let's just pray and hope for the best I guess.
I love you.
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