My younger brother and his wife had a child last year. I am now an aunt, and C. is an uncle. We met our niece on the day she was born, arriving at the luxurious hospital room to take photographs and coo over the newborn. I did not hold her; I still have not held her. She knows who I am and will smile and wave when she sees me, her nose crinkling up as her eyes narrow with pleasure. I love her more as time passes and she grows increasingly autonomous, becomes a person.

