After lunch Lily and I hauled two plastic bins into the living room and set them on the rug.

She took out a wooden train, a box of crayons, and a stuffed rabbit with one ear flipped inside out.

“Mama, look at this,” she said.

She held up the silver baby rattle.

“This was mine when I was a baby.”

“It was mine before that,” I said.

“Evelyn gave it to me when I was born.”

Lily hugged her teddy bear and studied the rattle.