I reached in through the porthole. I saw how white and swollen my hand was. I let it hover over her for a second, then pulled away, as if from a fire. Finally I placed the tip of my pinky into her tiny palm.
She grabbed on.
Never let go, part one by Kelley Benham
In this way we learned what music she liked — Bruce Springsteen’s Waitin’ on a Sunny Day became our theme song. She had never seen the sun.
Never let go, part two by Kelley Benham
No alarms, no wires, no machines. Just me and my daughter. My hand on her back. The soft steady whisper of a baby, breathing.
Never let go, part three by Kelley Benham