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  • October 6th 1994, the day my brother was born. At 15 months old, I remember the pink-walled hospital room; my grandmother by my side. Too small to peek at my newborn sibling, I desperately clutched the counter hoping to climb up and see him. All I heard were screams. What was happening to him? I was his big sister after all, his pain was my own.

    Many years later I found out, it was bath time.
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