The difference of 16 years.
Baby sister, Kaydece a repetition of me onto you.
I can’t look away, your fresh eyes hardly bother to meet mine.
This is awe.
This small thing, curling in my arms, blinking
Breathing, existing.
I instantly want everything the world has to offer for you.
Baby sister, a new life, and new beginning.
A replay of everything right with the world.
A Kaydence.
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