"If I should have a son, who one day comes to me and tells me of the daughter living in her bones - the flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood I will take her chin in gentle hands and kiss her forehead with soft lips. I will whisper nothing but, "You are beautiful. You are beautiful. You are beautiful." I will bury the ashes of my shattered son, and rise on the wings of my phoenix-born girl. I will speak her chosen name with confidence - I will say it like a prayer each night as I tuck her in to sleep. — For Leelah
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