Tonight, before Jack’s bath, we were hanging out upstairs and Dalia started to cry. Jack walked out of our room, opened Dalia’s door and went up to her crib. I walked into Dalia’s room behind Jack to find him gently patting her through the slats of the crib. My heart melted into a puddle.

 

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