I don’t give a shit. Maybe some people don’t deserve second chances. But I’m worthy of this moment and this girl and this life I live and the one I created. No one can tell me otherwise. Because the minute they place our baby on Lily’s chest is the minute that I feel a piece of me that I’d been keeping submerged. She’s already in tears, joy erupting through her features. And I feel all of it course inside. I’d been unwilling to let myself experience this. I’d been filling the hollow places with pain, and I’m done.
