[10 May, 2009]

an m.d. special

Дорогая мама,

Thank you for not doing what every freaked out 21-year old in Soviet Russia would have done, and that is, end my beginnings of a life in-utero. It sounds so trivial now: mom, thanks for letting me exist. But really, what else could I ask for? You went against the odds of your time, perhaps, dodging the hardships of being a young mother-graduate-student in times of a collapsing government. You were a survivor and we survived together.

Thank you also for these hips and these legs. They may not look like what the world tells me I should have, but I have seen you carry them with poise and I am honored to have you as my predecessor. I am slowly learning ways in which they are amazing as they carry me through the streets of our world. And with every day that I use them, I am grateful to have yours for mine, to share with you our biology.

And thank you for your determination and drive. It has already saved my butt on more than one occasion and I cannot wait to see where it takes me. I know that you will be there, watching as I navigate the layers of time, and I'll be proud to show you all that I can do. I plan to prove to you the rightness of your decision on some wintery night in 1984.

I couldn't have made it without you,

1 sighs or salutations:

Fay | 14 May, 2009

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