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

once everyone had left, Nancy placed Willow in my arms.

This time, she didn’t look away.

“Do you want to hold your granddaughter in your arms?” she asked me.

I hugged Willow close, feeling her small fingers brush against my skin.

All six.

“Yes,” I murmured.

And for the first time since her birth, I didn’t feel like a stranger within my own family.

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