Yes, but what if? I pull on my apron, tie the strings, swish and wash and rinse
The phone sings a clappy tune. ‘Call from Zeidy and Bubby.’
Simchi! I jump up, lunge for the phone. “Hello?”
“Mommy? I’m fine. I’m fine.” Simchi’s giggle is hollow. “I’m fine.” Shrill, super chirpy tone.
I clutch this piece of plastic tighter, move into Sori’s playroom. “What happened?”
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