When Finn was in the hospital, and we were out in public, I felt like we had a thought bubble floating behind us, tethered to our subconscious. It told our story, the one that no one could see. It screamed "Our baby is in the hospital, and he's wee, and he is not with us!" It did not make me feel alone or separate from everyone else on the street. It made me realize that I had no idea what was in their story bubble; that everyone has something going on in their lives that no one can see; we were not alone.
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