A Thoughtful Gift

So what do you call a person who tries to console me by giving me a gift of – among other things – soap that features on its wrapper a picture of a bouncing baby boy and the brand name of “My Baby”?

Honestly, sometimes even the most robust psychological health might fail one.


Dear friends and readers,

I couldn’t talk about this before but now I feel it will be good for me to share. This is a tragic story and I don’t want to traumatize those who don’t want to be traumatized so I will put it under the fold.

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