How I wished I could reach back in time when he told me that and pluck him out of that bedroom, that lonely childhood. Longing to have known him as a boy, that somehow I could have taken care of him like a mother and also grown up to be his lover—a strange but true feeling—and maybe that’s when it started, the desire to have a baby that would be ours together. It seemed as close as I could come to meeting him as a child.
