The Boy In Our Hearts

She knows she has another brother, one she can’t play with or see or talk to or torment. One who won’t torment her back, the way her eldest brother does.

“He’s in our heart,” she says, pointing to her chest.
“Yes, baby,” I tell her. “He’s in our heart.”
“I’m not a baby,” she says forcefully. And she isn’t, of course. She’s four. But she doesn’t only mean that she’s too big to be called baby. She knows she’ll always be my baby. Daddy’s baby. Our baby.

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