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

might,” I said. “Some might stare. Others might ask inappropriate questions. That doesn’t mean we should teach Willow to be ashamed before the world has even had a chance to know her.”

Tristan covered his mouth, his eyes moist.

I shook Nancy’s hand. “Being a little different doesn’t make someone any less wonderful.”

Nancy lowered her head and cried.

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