You survived being tortured.
You survived being squeezed. Hugged. Smothered.
Even caught between the railings of a crib for hours at a time.
And the miracle of your survival on a cold and lonely night completely defenseless, left in a parking lot 4 blocks from home. We searched with our flashlights for you, but you didn’t appear until morning. The elation on her face made the panic of the night before all worth it.
It was before your time.