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

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Then, in a voice so thin it barely sounded like hers: “Then whose baby is sleeping in my living room?”

I do not remember hanging up. I remember the room around me looking wrong somehow, even though nothing had changed. The laundry basket near the closet. The half-empty water bottle on the nightstand. The yellow glow of Lily’s nightlight casting continue reading …