unimpressed by the drama surrounding her.
My blood pressure held.
Barely.
The delivery was fast.
My daughter has never waited politely for anything.
I hope she never learns.
Dena stood where family should stand.
She held my hand through the hardest hour and narrated the whole thing like a golf announcer until I laughed.
When it was over, she cut the cord because someone who loved us should.
Then they placed six pounds of furious black-haired girl on my chest.
I want to tell you something about myself.
At work,
