A year of Olivia
A year ago yesterday, the six or seven or eight cells that became Olivia were transferred back to me. I stared at a picture of those cells and could believe neither that she has been for so long a time nor so short a time; she seems both to have always been and to be shockingly new to me each day. She carries her own time warp and deja vu in those wise and innocent eyes.
Happy Beginning Day, Olivia.