At My Mother’s Funeral, a Woman Slipped a Baby Into My Arms and Said, ‘She Wanted You to Have Him’

“She’d be so proud.”

At the cemetery, Aunt Karen wrapped her hand around my wrist, squeezing every time I looked ready to drift away. People filed past, each leaving a few soft words.

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I tried to smile, but my cheeks felt numb.

Then I saw a woman with tangled blonde hair, holding a baby boy. She was staring right at me, not the casket.