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Bella is rolling on her towel on the living room floor, clad in only a diaper, while my sister rubs lotion on her dry skin. She’s shivering and chattering her teeth. 

“Are you cold, my Bell?” I ask.

“Auntie Treese will warm my pajamas,” she replied. It doesn’t matter what she feels now, she knows certainly in a minute she will be dressed in her warm pajamas and won’t be cold any longer. if only I could have such certainty.

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