Eliana couldn’t help wondering—when her daughter was as little as their son is now, did she bathe her the same way?

Did her daughter cry during bath time too?

Was she this fussy and squirmy, kicking her little legs and splashing water everywhere, babbling nonstop like their son?

But she was a girl... probably not as wild as their boy.

She had no idea how her daughter was doing out there in the world now.

Would she ever see ...