Mama said, “Myra, while I tie off the cord, you take the placenta out back and plant it at the base of that old Magnolia tree,” and with that they left the room.
I turned off the music and stood there in the silence, and there was Maggie with Layla all wrapped up in a white cotton blanket asleep in her mama’s arms. Maggie gestured to me, lifting the covers, and as I slid into bed next to Maggie and Layla, I’d never felt happier in my entire life.
I wrapped my arms around my wife and child and we drifted off to sleep.