The Symmetry of Sorrow: A Legacy Paid in Love

I keep imagining (talking) what they’ll look like. Our little miracles. I'm so ready (talking)

to meet them. We’ve got this, Margo. John… something’s happening. (Talking) It’s… it’s strong.

Margo! Oh, Margo, are you okay? What do I (talking)

do? John scooped her up, racing out the door into the

urgent night. The sterile hospital corridor hummed, a violent, cold contrast.

John waited, rumpled and slick with sweat, consumed by fear. Mr.

Peterson… we did everything we could. Margo fought harder than any mother

I’ve ever witnessed. She stayed conscious until her babies cried, then slowly,