My Mom Called Asking When I Was Coming Back for the Baby Until I Realized Mine Was Already With Me

facts that reached all the way down.

I lifted her from the crib.

She was lighter than Lily. Too light. Her hands opened and closed against my collar as if searching for something familiar and finding a close enough approximation to stop her crying almost immediately, the way young babies accept comfort from whoever offers it with enough steadiness.

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