Mom would still be alive if Trump and Birx had done their jobs

Just one year ago, I was sending videos of my then-seven-month-old daughter, Lua, to my mom in Texas. My daughter, husband and I were making the best of our extra time together in our one-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn. Lua was just starting to eat solid foods and she'd kick her legs up and down in excitement every time the spoon filled with pureed prunes approached her mouth. My mom would be filled with such joy every time she received a clip of her only grandchild -- the grandchild she wasn't sure she'd ever have.

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