When I was a baby, my mother photographed everything I did. If Facebook and Instagram had existed back then, she would have been one of those parents who frustrates their friends by spamming their feeds with baby moments nobody else wants to see.
I was her firstborn. When she had to leave me to go back to work, she wept.
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