It was raining the night we brought her home. Heavy downpours emerged from the slow and steady drizzle. She slept soundly in the back seat, even though I ached to hold her in my arms. Her face was calm and innocent; a clean slate ready for a new story.
The ride was short, just a few miles, but it seemed like an eternity. When we arrived home, others were there to greet her and hold her and fuss over her. I couldn’t wait for everyone to leave, so we could have her all to ourselves. Sweet baby girl.
Word count: 98
This story commemorates the birth of my first child on September 25, 1972.
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