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I found a picture of myself as a toddler. I was in a pink nightgown, riding on one of those toy horses attached to springs. My face was scrunched into sadness with tears strolling down my face. I had seen the picture a million times before, but only recently did I ask why I was so upset in the picture.
My sister replied, “Oh, that was just your morning routine. Every morning you would get out of bed and go to the horse and rock to comfort yourself awake.”
I was so surprised, &#...Read the full article