I leaned back against the hospital pillows, exhausted and aching in every part of my body. Four years with just Lina had made our world feel small and perfect. She had kissed my swollen belly every night and asked the same question every morning: “Is she here yet, Mommy?”
And now, she was.
Maybe, I thought, things will be even more perfect.
Lina leaned closer, her nose almost brushing her sister’s tiny one. Then, with a softness that didn’t match her usual loud energy, she whispered, “I have someone to keep secrets with now.”
I blinked. “Secrets?”
She nodded, her eyes never leaving the baby. “Like the ones I keep from Daddy.”
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