She was beautiful..
1..2..3..4……. 10 perfectly formed fingers in balled fists and perfect tiny toes kicking the hospital issued blanket.
Her eyes were scrunched up as though she wanted to block the light around her. Her toothless mouth was open in a soundless wail. A dark fuzz covered her head.
Alice had decided to name the baby after her parents; Emma if it was a girl and Edward if it was a boy.
She would have turned a year old today. Alice moved her fingers over the photograph wondering what the woman who had adopted her baby had named her.
Oh my. Sad. Beautifully written… but sad.
Life can be a little ironic at times.
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I like everything Shruti writes. I especially liked this piece and wanted to share with you.