Nadja M Lubiw-Hazard

On the day Maddie died, we ate toast. We went for a walk along the muddy riverbank with Ramon, my brother’s dog, a wild brindle boxer that Maddie adored. The sky was shiny and irresistible, like a bright blue marble, with thin wisps of white clouds swirled through the glass. Maddie lost her first baby tooth that day, the bottom left.

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