Sarah is my wee girl. Wee Chub-Chub, Muggles, Chubby Girl, Babbie, Baba... Just some of the many names I lavish on her. Most seem to be linked to her fleshiness. She isn't hefty, though. Just a wee baby. With wee chubby cheeks.
Amidst the casual brutality of daily life, where crazed bastards lurk to inflict limitless psychic damage on the 24 bus home, wee Chub-Chub is amazing.
Her face fairly lights up when she smiles. What pure goodness these little ones are. The sheer joy she derives from a wee plastic giraffe is heartbreaking, it's so beautiful.
Oh, when we were very, very young...
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