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

my mother’s living room and looked at the portable crib folded in the corner. For months it had been the thing I could not stop seeing when I closed my eyes. The faded green sheet. The stain near the corner. Ava lying inside it in that yellow sleeper.

My mother came in with two mugs of tea and stood beside me.

After a while, she said: “I used to think continue reading …