“How about tygrysek? It means baby tiger.” “I like.” She grabs a handful of my hair and starts to brush it. “I have a nicky name, Mommy. Rapunzel-boy loves me, too.” My lungs contract so hard that I can’t draw a breath. Nera’s hand grabs mine, squeezing it. “Yes.” I barely manage to speak. “I love you very much, Lucia.” “I know.” She looks up at me, right into my eyes. “It hurts, but you let me make your hair pretty. ’Course, you love me.”
