The first child

Kyung-soon had printed out the photo and placed it in a frame on the dining room table. Lilah sat down and turned the picture toward her. The child’s hair was short and red and curly, freckles painting their entire face.

This child would be arriving tomorrow.

“What do you think their name is?” Lilah asked when Kyung-soon entered the room behind her. She listened as Kyung-soon stopped right behind her chair, placing her hands on Lilah’s shoulders and looking down upon the face of their child.

“You mean the real name?”

Lilah nodded. “Not what the agency decided to give. That wouldn’t be fair. Unless they like that name.”

“We will have to ask.”

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