When Dorothy Noah looked at herself in the full splendor of her wedding dress, she knew that she was no longer, her mother's little girl.
You are my baby. She had heard those words from her first days on the planet.
With three older brothers, it wasn't so hard to imagine why. Her mother had always wanted a girl. Daddy, too; but as the years went on they had assumed their time passed. The oldest- Lucas the daredevil had been killed before she was born. Her parents were crushed. They couldn't think of more children. Then, miraculously, Dorothy came.
My baby," she heard her mother exclaim from where she stood behind Dorothy.
"Oh, mom," Dorothy sighed, but also smiled.