JAYLooking at my daughter sleeping peacefully in her crib is a feeling I still haven’t gotten used to.Three months.She is three months old already.Time moved faster than I expected. It feels like just yesterday I held her for the first time, her tiny body wrapped in my arms, her soft cry echoing in the room.I named her Maya.My little Maya.At first, it was just her eyes. That was what struck me the most. The way they opened, slowly and quietly, like she was observing the world without making a fuss about it.Now, as the days pass, it’s everything.Her eyes, nose, jaw, even the way she smiles, sometimes, when she giggles, it feels like I am looking straight at Maya again.“You know you can’t keep sleeping in her room.”Sia’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.I didn’t turn immediately.“We have three professional nannies,” she continued, sounding irritated. “And two nurses. They are paid very well to take care of her.”Still, I said nothing.“It’s been three months, Jay. Don’t
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