“Who are the people under the rainbow?”

“That’s Daddy, you, me, and the tiny baby,” Brooklyn said, pressing hard on a red crayon to color the top line of the rainbow.

“I’m drawing it so Nurse Elena can put it next to the baby’s plastic box.”

“She’ll like that,” I said.

Brooklyn set her crayon down on the table and looked up at me with her round brown eyes.

She clutched the corner of her blue blanket tighter against her knee.