“It’s Just a Knee,” My Mother Said as They Changed My Appointment—The Cost of That Decision Shocked Them

Kylie was six then, sitting on the floor playing with dolls, with Dad’s curly hair and his dimples—looking at her was like looking at a ghost of him. Mom rushed past me, physically pushing me aside, and scooped Kylie up, burying her face in her hair while sobbing. “I’ve got you, baby. I won’t let anything hurt you. We have to protect you.”

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