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

silence. Not the pause of someone confused. Not the gap before correction. It was the silence of a line that has gone dead except that somehow we were both still on it.

When my mother spoke again, her voice was no longer confused.

It was frightened.

“That’s impossible,” she whispered.

“She’s asleep beside me,” I said. “I’m looking at her right now.”

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