Sadie’s smooth yet calloused fingers squeezed your shoulder. She opened the book and set it down on your lap. She places your tiny finger onto the book right under a word.

“What does that say?” She asked, looking over her shoulder at you. As much as you tried pronouncing the word ‘important’ it came out as incoherent nonsense.

“Say it slower.” She pressed a kiss on your head. Her fingers rubbing on your back.