My house didn't look much different than when I left it hours earlier. The women were still gathered in the living room, but someone had been to the kitchen because lunch was on the table. There was no sign of the sheep, so I'm guessing the wives had taken care of it.
"Is he asleep?" She still had the baby bundled up in her arms like it was the middle of winter. "I just fed him, but this boy doesn't like sleep it seems like. He's been staring wide-eyed at everyone and everything for the last half an hour."
Probably for self-preservation, poor kid. I reached for him, and she grudgingly gave him up after fussing at me about how to hold his head the right way. He looked up at me with my eyes, and my heart melted. f**k me; I'm so done!
Is this how my dad felt the first time he held me in hi
