A cradle corpse (Rousse)

My track record with newborns was not good so I was somewhat reluctant when LM’s sister asked me if I would like to hold the baby.

While the baby was still in her aunt’s arms, I pulled back the white blanket and peeked at the tiny face. With that distinctive little nose, there was no mistaking the parentage of this child!

The family did not appreciate the risk of allowing me to take the baby. I tried to tell them that children die when I cradle them, but they did not believe me – until twenty minutes later when I handed back the tiny corpse.

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