Our daughter Chaya just turned 18. We didn’t celebrate. And, sadly, she didn’t protest. Chaya is blind, epileptic, wheelchair-bound and profoundly disabled, both cognitively and physically. Her birthdays are not happy milestones. With each one, the gap between her chronological and...
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Today is my daughter, Malki's, 18th birthday. I won't be buying her a cake or a present. Friends will not be coming over, nor will we be singing her any birthday songs.
Instead, I am writing to you to commemorate the day her life began -- because that life ended two years ago....