…I found out I was pregnant. It took three pregnancy tests and a call to a Kaiser Permanente advice nurse to verify that at-home pregnancy tests are indeed accurate, for me to fully believe it, that you were growing inside of me.

I’m sorry Sami, but when I found out that night, I had a cigarette, no two cigarettes, and an Ethiopian beer with your father at Lalibela’s. That was only because I didn’t think I’d be able to have you. I was just scared. I’m sorry. I know you forgive me.

One year ago, I found out I was pregnant. It was also a Monday, weirdly enough. And now here you are, lying here beside me, sleeping with your arms stretched out wide, as if you are flying in your dreams.