DAILY SNACK

We tread lightly into the bedroom.

I whisper in her ear, gently close the drapes, and carefully lay her in the crib.

The cry is ripped instantly from some dark and pain-filled place deep within the soul of a baby.

It fills the room and echoes through the neighbourhood.

She arches her back and thrashes from side to side.

This is our new thing, apparantly.

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