Water beads on her downy skin as the bath water steams around us. She is aware of every motion, every sensation, her gray eyes widened, her head turning quickly left and then right, and left again. She is learning, sensory input informing her, laying tracks in her memory banks.
And I watch, noticing the slightest movement, expression, sound. It is for me an imprint, a memory as well that will serve to remind me who she was, who I was.
I hold her, a souvenir in time.
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