Then Lily walked into my classroom.
And for one terrible second, I thought my dead daughter had grown up without me.
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Maggie was eight when she woke up with a fever and told me her legs felt “too heavy.”
Paul and I took her straight to the hospital.
And for one terrible second, I thought my dead daughter had grown up without me.
For twelve days, doctors tested her for everything they could think of, but every answer led nowhere.
On the twelfth day, Maggie died.