After the Sip and See party, the entire villa seemingly returned to normal on the surface, though I knew the undercurrents never stopped churning.
By the time I was two months old, I had learned how to roll over, and by three, I could steadily hold my head up.
I was sitting up by four months, and at five months, I sprouted my first two little teeth.
For every single milestone, Sarah excitedly jotted it down in a little journal.
It was also at five months old that I unlocked a brand-new skill: articulating meaningful syllables.
I said, "Mama."
Sarah burst into tears on the spot. "Arthur! She said Mama! She called me Mama!"
Arthur rushed over, as giddy as a little kid. "Come on, sweetie, say 'Dada.' 'Dada.'"
I uttered, "Mama."
He said, "Try again. Dada."
"Mama," I replied.
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