*Two Months Later*

*Cat*

“Come on! You can do it, Emi!” I called, face stretched wide in a grin as I opened my arms, “Come to Mama!”

“Ba-ba,” my now almost eight-month-old daughter babbled as she slapped her little hands on the carpet as she crawled her way across the floor to me. There was a look of intense focus to her like this was the most important mission of her life to accomplish, and despite how slow going her wobbly movements were, ...