“My Mommy Has Been Sleeping for Three Days”—A Six-Year-Old Arrived at the Hospital With Newborn Twins in a Wheelbarrow
She liked that they matched one of the flowers, though they were too stiff around her fingers at first.
Clara showed her how to try them on comfortably, then let her decide whether she preferred using them for that task.
Chloe spent as much time patting the soil afterward as she did planting.
“Enough?” she asked.
“Enough.”
She watered a little, then a little more until Clara suggested stopping.
They did not turn the afternoon into a discussion of everything that had happened.
They talked about worms, the shape of a leaf, and whether Oliver or Lucas would be more likely to pull the flowers up when they learned to walk.