VASILLA ◇
"Allen, how are you doing?" I greeted her back but my eyes were on the baby in her arms throughout. She could hardly carry the baby well because her hands were still so tiny.
"Vasilla, can you please help me hold him for a little while?" Allen requested. It sounded strained as if she really needed the help.
The baby boy looked almost a year old. Whose son was he? I haven't seen him before and certainly don't know who he is or who anyone close to him was.
"Please?" Allen insisted, pulling me out of my thoughts. I nodded and stretched out my hands to take the baby boy from her. From the way I held him, it made him feel familiar like I knew him from somewhere.
I carried the boy in my hands and made his weight rest on me. His smell was intoxicating -- "He has peed and pooped on
