At My Mother’s Funeral, a Woman Slipped a Baby Into My Arms and Said, ‘She Wanted You to Have Him’
The dirt at my feet blurred, the rosebush too bright in my peripheral vision, and I focused on staying upright until the last word was said.
I knew I’d fall apart.
When the pallbearers moved to lower the coffin, the blonde woman made her move. She approached fast, her steps sure even as her hands trembled. The little boy reached out and caught my necklace, wrapping sticky fingers around it.
I tried to pull away, but she pressed the boy into my arms before I could react.
