« Tell me about Sunday breakfasts. When Rebecca was little. »
She suggested we adopt a little girl.
« You made cinnamon pancakes. Our daughter sat on the counter cracking eggs and getting shells in the bowl. »
« She looked so much like me back then. »
« She still does. »
Folks in town used to say my daughter Rebecca had her mama’s whole face.
« Except those green eyes, » I said. « They always made her stand out. »
Carol looked away. « They certainly did. »
She looked so much like me back then.
My wife was quiet for a moment. « Your mother would’ve loved seeing her grown. »
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