A few years back I did a scary thing or so my friends thought.
Long before it became a horrible Hollywood cliche, “walking a mile in someone’s moccasins” was an effective listening tool.
He knows this speech is long overdue so he smiles as he chooses his words.
She was beautiful. So tiny yet so chubby. She spent her days laying in her crib, playing with her hands and toes. She was warm. She was fed. She was happy. Her world was beautiful.