Several years ago, my mom and I were packing up my basement for an upcoming move. I was in the zone of throwing away every useless memento and long-forgotten souvenir that our children couldn’t live without at the time when I came across an old newspaper. I wondered why a lonely newspaper had been saved and upon opening it I began reading the front-page headline story. It was about two brothers who owned a home- building company that were being indicted for some type of indiscretion. Still wondering why I saved the newspaper, it dawned on me that it was dated March 13, 1989, my first-born’s birthday. As I was thinking what a terrible mother I am for not saving the newspaper of my other children’s birthdays, the doorbell rang.
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