my hu*and brought our three young children down the long hall of the maternity1 ward2, pausing to let them wave in each doorway3 at the new mothers cuddling bundles. at my room, he beckoned4 them in and introduced them to their new brother.
five-year-old katrina gingerly fingered the baby's thick red hair that the nurse had brushed and oiled into a fat top curl. she inspected his little feet, ad*ed his tiny ears, and planted kisses on his dimpled elbow. but her coos stopped short at his wrist.
drawing back, she pointed5 at the identification bracelet6 and frowned, "look, mommy. they left the price tag on!"
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