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Oskar turned one-month-old three days ago. People keep asking me if I can even remember life without him.
I can.
But I do have a different feeling about him. If you have ever lost a loved one, for me my mom, you will know the feeling I mean. Sometimes, I will dream of Linda and for two or three seconds when I wake up I feel OK. I feel like everything is right in the world; my mom is not really dead. It is a euphoric feeling; specifically like the lack of a giant weight on my shoulders.
I get that feeling when looking at Oskar sometimes. I feel like everything is right in the world. And that’s nice.
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