I Carried a Baby for My Twin Brother. When He Saw His Newborn Daughter, He Said He Could Not Take Her Home
“I did.”
“Does she have lots of hair?”
“A little.”
“Can I teach her to build a rocket?”
“Not yet,” I said, and managed a smile.
Mrs.
Alvarez had made vegetable soup and left fresh sheets on my bed.
She lingered while Mason went to find the stuffed giraffe he had chosen as Hope’s welcome-home present.