You and Len lost your baby a few weeks ago. He was still mourning the death of the baby.

Len quietly packed away the baby’s things in boxes, he was selling the things since there’s no use in keeping them. He then put the last thing in the box and taped it up. He sighed softly and spoke quietly. “I wish you lived longer…”

He then picked up the box and placed it outside the garage sale with the title ‘baby things’