“Did the doctors figure out what was making you sick?” C asked me as she cuddled up to me on the couch last night. My sister had brought her home late from the shop and C begged to sit with me awhile before going to bed.

“Yes. They did.” I replied. She was quiet for a moment and then she turned her face up toward mine.

“What was it?”

“I had another baby in my belly that didn’t make it,” I answered.

Her eyes widened. “I knew it. I knew when grandma said you were in the hospital and you were sick I knew it was another baby in your belly. I knew it. Why did it die?”

“It was in the wrong place again.”

“Again?!? Why does that keep happening??” she asked.

“I don’t know, honey.”

She snuggled her head back onto my lap. “I really wanted a baby sister,” she whispered.

“I know, sweet one. I know.”

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To Christ be the Glory.