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Kate held the small thing close to her chest. It was wrapped in bundles and bundles of cotton; soft and clean smelling. She could see a small curl, auburn like hers, curling up from underneath sheets of fabric. Kate’s husband, Jeff held the top of her head, his fingers reaching behind her ear. His smile was genuine; happy.

     ‘A little girl. Finally!’ He laughed, ‘our little girl. She looks like you, Kate.’

Kate felt embarrassed. She wanted to cry.

     ‘I don’t know how to hold her’ she said, her voice breaking – a gentle quiver. Jeff frowned.

Created: Jan 09, 2012


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