Hot House Flower

You came into this world on a cold December night, close to the New Year.  Garbage blew about the New York City streets, causing people to run from building to building, hiding from the icy fingers of the wind which whipped down the streets, chasing people through the canyons of the city itself.

Your father wanted to celebrate the new year but I was exhausted, sleepy eyed from you…..basking in the glory of your softness, your tininess and my love for you.

Despite being a December baby, to me, you are a hot house flower.

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