“Because I was missing precious time, I would sneak into your room when you were dozing and rock you to sleep, often,” Ummi said. “You may not remember, but I used to sit on the long spiral stairs in the Children’s House rocking you. You have no knowledge of this because while you remember some things, you don’t remember everything. My thinking was, if I couldn’t have you, I at least wanted you to fall asleep in my arms. I at least wanted my heart to be the last one you felt beating when you drifted off. I wanted my image in your dreams, not fear.”
