My son’s wife had always refused to let anyone hold their baby—until the day of my birthday party.

of pretending it wasn’t hurting me.

What was strange was that I wasn’t the only one.

No one was allowed to hug her.

My brother Oren tried it once during a family dinner. He had raised four children and had a gift with babies that could make even the grumpiest child stop crying.

“Come here, little bean,” he said, smiling, reaching out to Willow.

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