Orla

My redhead niece is nine today. I still vividly remember the late-night phone call (four in the morning for them) saying “Do you hear that sound? That’s a baby girl”. Born at home, and lucky to have met the midwife at all, in such a hurry was she.

I was married and had been for some time. How could that have been nine years ago?

I sent her a book she had already read, so convinced was I that she was younger. She’s lucky I didn’t send her something she would have to give to her two year old sister.

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