My loving, difficult sister offered to come the weekend before my first child’s birth.
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My loving, difficult sister offered to come the weekend before my first child’s birth.
Already I miss the three-year-old cyclone blasting from room to room, a jaunty ponytail streaming behind her.
My daughter’s visit softened sterile surfaces of my home with a trail of mugs, plates, and debris, comforting signs of her presence. Our sympathetic bond assuaged my longing for connection, accumulated over months of pandemic isolation.