Jordie Emmett

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“She needs diapers,” I tell him. He leaves the room and comes back a few minutes later with scissors and a handful of old white athletic socks. He trims the top off and then cuts two little holes in the toe for her legs. We slip her into it, and that’s her first diaper.
Hope: A Memoir of Survival
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