Dax

After Kandace leaves the house, I sit on the back porch with the box of pictures. For hours, I stare at my daughter, as more and more questions come to mind.

How was Kandace’s pregnancy?

Was she sick?

Did her delivery go well?

Did she find out if she was having a boy or girl before Molly was born?

What was Molly like as a baby?

What was her first word?

How old was she when she rolled over, ...