It was as though you were with me (which I suppose you were) and said to me, "Hi Momma, my name is..." And I knew your name.
I went to talk to your Daddy. I told him we had to talk about your name again. He seemed to know exactly what I did, at the same time. We knew your name.
I would spend the next few months wondering if you were a boy, wondering if I was wrong about your name, wondering if I had just imagined it.
But I really believe that you told me your name.
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