At My Mother’s Funeral, a Woman Slipped a Baby Into My Arms and Said, ‘She Wanted You to Have Him’
“Just give her a chance. She’s tougher than she lets on… but she also has the biggest heart I’ve known.”
“She can’t keep him, Karen.”
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Upstairs, after I laid Lucas on my childhood bed, I unzipped the diaper bag I had carried up with him. I hadn’t really looked inside before. My hands moved automatically, inventorying.
“Wipes,” I muttered. “Two diapers. Half a pack of crackers.”
Lucas rolled onto his side, clutching the small blue bunny from the side pocket. He pressed it to his cheek and smiled.
“How long were you here?” I whispered, more to the room than to him.
