Junior year came to a close in the spring of ’94.
Duff and I planned to spend the summer in Boston subletting an apartment with a few friends from school.*
We found the perfect second floor apartment, near the intersection of Commonwealth Ave. and Harvard Ave., and moved right on in.
I secured a job at the Pizzeria Uno Restaurant right across the street and began my waitress training.
When I was pregnant with Gabrielle…
I never asked for an infant with a brain malformation who would begin seizing at the age of 6 months.
I never expressed a desire for a baby who would undergo 5 brain surgeries before the ripe old age of 3 years.
I never requested a child with hemiplegia and developmental delays.
I did not sign up for a kid who would require daily medications, exercises, and orthotic devices.
I prayed for a perfectly healthy baby, as I had so many times before; a rosy-cheeked infant with a hearty cry, who would thrive and develop normally.
