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Tears actually sprang to her eyes when Amalia told her she could touch them. Minding the mother’s advice about not unlatching them, she scooted closer. The distance closed, her nose touching gently against Carolina’s wee forehead. She kissed it, then shifted to plant one on little Lyric too.

She withdrew just long enough to swipe at her eyes, lest she get tears on her baby brother and sister. Then Pie resumed kissing and nuzzling them, familiarizing herself with their individual scents. No matter where life took them, she would never forgot the way they smelled, as their existence wove inexorably into her heartstrings.

I love them, she whispered to Amalia after getting her fill—for now. I love them so much. They’re absolutely perfect.