97
In 1997,
No one knew anything.
My parents didn’t know what to do with an inconsolable baby.
Until 2012, no one knew.
Until the diagnosis, no one knew.
The delays were “nothing serious,” they lied.
I would grow up in a new millennium.
Struggles unknown to anyone.
My parents were worried.
Since 1997.
A lot of kids have been born.
Since 1997.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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