She walked into the room and, with boldness, flipped through all the newborn clothes. There were all filled with little tiny dots of mold. The moses basket was moldy too.
She had not had the courage to enter this baby room ever since the baby was born. Baby never made it into his room, so she decided to not enter the room too. It was painful to swallow the fact that her baby was stillborn at 38 weeks. She had had her bouts of wailing and questioning God and feeling guilty about it.
After looking through the clothes, she slowly walked to the other corner of the room where her husband place the baby's casting in a transparent beautiful container. It was the whole baby's casting which her husband decided to do before the burial. She gazed at the baby. He was perfect and he lied there so peacefully. But it was just a cast. Just a mold of the baby.
Rubbing her belly which was 32 weeks now, she wondered how this second baby would look. Would he look like his brother? Or would he be stillborn too? A mixture of feeling filled her - hopeful yet fearful of the future.
However, one thing was sure. She and her husband needed to get this room done to prepare the arrival of the 2nd one. Who knew if this baby would look exactly like his brother, from the same mold.
Tears rolling down her cheek as she packed all the newborn clothes that were filled with mold dots, ready to toss them away before she and her husband went to buy new ones. Eight more weeks to go before the arrival of 2nd baby. She decided to start anew again. She would keep the Moses basket, made a new quilt for it, and placed it right next to the newborn's mold cast.
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