Baby Booties and Ghostly Duties
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“Oh, look Donia!”

I look over the where my mother is holding aloft a tiny pair of baby booties.

“These were your brother’s. Look how tiny he was.”

Damn, it Mom, I’m right here.”

I can’t help but roll my eyes and Mom sighs thinking it was because of her.

“I still miss him you know.”

“Of course you do Mom, he’s still your baby.”

My brother walks behind her, looks down at the shoes and shrugs. “There’s no way I was ever that small.”

With ease from years of practice, I echo his words, “Was he ever that small?”

“Of course he was! My little man was so tiny. He always was really, well, up until high school. You remember when he went through...

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