The Photograph of a Newborn in a Yellow Knitted Hat
Her small shoulders pulled up tight toward her ears.
I took the thick ceramic mug from her hand and set it gently on the counter.
“Thank you, Lily.”
She looked up at me.
The sharp tension slowly left her shoulders.
A small, careful smile spread across her face, and I smiled back.
“Can I have coffee too?” she asked.
“Absolutely not,” I said.