I snapped this photo because it looked perfect—her grin, his pout, both of them in matching softness. But I didn’t notice what was happening off-frame until it was too late.
Amira had been obsessed with her new baby brother since we brought him home. Constant singing, wanting to help with diapers, fake burping sounds. I figured it was normal big-sister excitement. She’s only four, still learning boundaries. So when she asked to hold him “all by herself,” I said yes, as long as I stayed right there.
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