🎀MOANA🎀Dylan Jr. Dickson came into the world screaming.He arrived on a Tuesday morning in early spring, when the garden was just starting to bloom and the sun was warm on the windows and Rosa was already in the kitchen baking bread because she said she needed to keep her hands busy. The labor had been long. Harder than Mylana's, or maybe I had just forgotten how much it hurt. But Dylan was there the whole time, holding my hand, pressing his forehead to mine, telling me I was strong, telling me I could do this, telling me he loved me over and over until the words became a rhythm I could breathe to.When the doctor held him up, small and red and furious, I saw his hair first. Dark. Almost black. Nothing like Dylan's blonde. Nothing like Mylana's. My hair. My father's hair. A carbon copy of me in every feature except for his eyes, which were green, which were Dylan's, which were already staring at the world like he was figuring out how to take it apart."He is perfect," Dylan said.H
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