Father stops pacing, reaches into a paper bag on the floor. Slowly pulls out a tiny purple eggplant-shaped onesie, holds it up with both arms fully extended. He stares at it. Long pause. His face crumbles — eyebrows drop, eyes go glassy, voice cracks. He turns to mother slowly, onesie still held up in the air, shoulders dropping with grief. Mother watches him from the bed, baby in her arms, one...
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