I heard my father's voice for the first time three years ago when I was 14 years old.For years, a CD had been sitting in a clear plastic case in my desk drawer, but I had never been able to get myself to play it.I would pick up the shiny disc, stare at the faded black ink that said Donor Interview, notice my distorted reflection in the silver circle, then put the CD back down.
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