who might need your things. I want to help them. I hope you won’t mind.”
The mobile above the crib swayed slightly again. I started packing. I dragged the stroller out to my car, still in its box. The giraffe blanket, the onesies, the diapers all went into bags, one after another. I kept only the hat my mom had knitted for him, and the dinosaur onesie continue reading …
