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"When my little brother came home from the hospital, I felt no instinct to adore him [...] I put becoming a mother in the same box as becoming a banker or a circus performer: a vocation I might be conscripted to perform in some far off future but didn’t have to worry about anytime soon."

"I felt my happiness drain out of me slowly, like I was bleeding to death from a tiny pinprick in the sole of my foot—barely noticeable, not even a trickle."