Baby’s Christmas

“They are beautiful, Laura,” Mom says. The room is well-occupied, yet to the blind it is empty. Upon entering the room, there is an obstinate, precarious hush. A few seconds prior, I had dared to pull out the manilla envelope. I handed over the latest 3D ultrasound pictures, and exited immediately. The small, flat, paper-foldedContinue reading “Baby’s Christmas”