I held her hand at every doctor’s appointment, every ultrasound, and every 3 a.m. panic attack. I was there in the delivery room when little Miranda was born, watching Lila go from a terrified girl to an exhausted mother in eight hours.
A mother delighted with her newborn baby | Source: Unsplash
“She’s perfect,” Lila whispered, holding the screaming baby against her chest. “Look at her, Anna. She’s beautiful.”
Miranda had dark hair and a nose identical to Lila’s. She was beautiful, with those wrinkles and that grumpy look of newborns.
“We did well,” Lila said through tears.
For five years, we made it work. Lila got a better job. I worked extra shifts whenever Miranda needed new shoes or her birthday was coming up.
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