When I was four years old, I broke my collarbone. I fell off my bed, landed on my shoulder, and heard a snap. In my four short years of life, I had never felt anything like the excruciating pain…
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It’s quiet in this cozy Brooklyn apartment I am still getting used to calling home. This unusual silence is a rare treasure with a 3-year-old nephew one bedroom down from me. Rocco is a lot of things, but quiet…