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Amy approached Jamal and his mom. Rashonda was sitting on the hospital bed, holding her three-year-old son in her lap. The young woman slowly lifted her watery eyes to see Amy standing in front of her.
“Hi, I’m that pregnant lady who everybody keeps telling you about,” Amy told Rashonda through a suppressed giggle. She stood still in front of Rashonda, wanting to embrace the mother. Amy watched as Rashonda’s eyes brightened and she almost fell over when Rashonda leaped up from the bed and hugged her.
“Thank you,” Rashonda whispered to Amy through her tears. She wanted to hug Amy tighter, but she couldn’t do that with her son in her arms.
“He’s beautiful,” Amy said, resting her gaze on Jamal, who was looking back up at her through his angelic, curious eyes. “Hi, beautiful.” Amy cooed at the little boy when he smiled up at her.
“Hi.” Jamal waved his little hand at Amy with his other hand stuck in his mouth.
“I saw you earl
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