“My Mommy Has Been Sleeping for Three Days”—A Six-Year-Old Arrived at the Hospital With Newborn Twins in a Wheelbarrow

The handles stayed visible.

The wheel no longer needed to roll for the object to be useful.

One visitor remarked that it was a fitting tribute.

Chloe looked at it, then at Clara.

“It’s where the red flowers go.”

Clara smiled.

“Yes,” she said.

“It is.”