The Photograph of a Newborn in a Yellow Knitted Hat

I set the knitted hat inside the folded yellow blanket.

I laid the folded yellow blanket flat in the bottom of the empty drawer.

I pushed the heavy wood in, and the drawer slid cleanly shut.

I didn’t need a memorial anymore.

Lily turned a heavy page in her book.

The thick paper made a quiet, sweeping sound in the silent room.

She didn’t look up from the page.

“Chapter four is really fast,” Lily said.