I am the question that my parents, not knowing how to express it in words decided to build it from flesh and blood. My mother asked my father with her eyes 鈥淒o you love me?鈥�, and he replied with his hands, his mouth. This is who I am, a question and an answer between two people who were so in loved that they forgot the words.
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