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Second Home

I rap my knuckles on the red oak door,
and I am greeted with the familiar barking. Then, a wail emerges from one of the babies, I can’t tell which, and there is the thump of someone jumping down the stairs. The door flies open and behind my best friend I see the small, round face of a baby. “Hi, Kiey!” she says. I grin and step through the door.