Deja Vu All Over Again
Late last night as I made a final check of my email, I was alarmed to read that the same childhood illness that affected Baby T at the orphanage has sneaked back into our agency's nursery, where our darling baby girl waits. I can't imagine this little face
marked with the offending pox. And try as I might, my arms can't stretch far enough or fast enough to reach her.