my upstairs neighbors had a beautiful baby girl named nola lee. she has the pinkest lips and cheeks.
i stood over her as she slept. five, maybe ten, minutes passed by without a stretch or a shift from her.
“she laughed earlier,” said her uncle. “no, she didn’t,” laughed his wife. “well, she smiled,” he said. i shot him a knowing glance as if to say, i believe you.
i could have stood there forever, just watching her. just marveling at her preciousness.
when i came back downstairs, rama said i smelled like talcum powder.