In the high dependency room, the room before graduating to the special care baby unit, I would cut your fingernails for the first time.
My mom took a bus to Hackney Central in East London, to buy the tiny, baby-doll sized fingernail clippers.
Grandma had traveled from Michigan, where I grew up, and was not used to big city living. For her, a bus ride to a very busy place, by herself, was a brave step for her. She then walked from the bus to the Woolworths on the corner.
She did it for me, because I couldn’t leave you.
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