Hello, it’s me, a girl in America. I’ve spent a few decades learning from you and I have a favor to ask of you. But first, I’d like to give you a refresher on some of the lessons you have taught me over the years:
Six months ago my daughter had a seizure in my arms. The experience shook me to a core so dark and fearful I didn’t even know I had it. All it took was one minute — one interminable minute — and I became a new parent. Suddenly, I was afraid of everything.