Rose gently sweeps her finger across the newborn’s nose. “She looks just like you, Daisy.” I rub the heel of my palm over my wet face. I tilt my head towards Rose. She tilts hers towards me. And I say, “Thank you.” Tears cascade harder. For us both. Rose tries to wipe mine with her thumb, and then she kisses my cheek. I love my sisters more than life itself, and what Rose did for me digs to the very core of love. It exists entirely and soulfully within Winona.
