Linnea sat quietly sobbing in her tiny studio apartment as she read over all the details on her baby boy’s birth certificate. It was all she had left to remember him by and she had not so much as looked at the document in the last twenty-some-odd years.
In fact, the creases were tucked so tightly together for so long, the paper would fold on its own if she didn’t hold it with both hands - one at the top and one on the bottom. But, this was a nearly impossible task, given the tears rolling down her face required regular wiping to prevent them from spilling onto the precious paper, which had turned a yellowish brown due to its age - twenty-two years old.
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