In the house above the hill from us there lives a little girl whose distress call bears an uncanny resemblance to Isabel’s. “Mommy” is the same in English or Hindi, so I often find myself jumping to my feet and wondering how Isabel got so far away so quickly when I was sure she was tucked safely in bed. The house down the hill from us has a little boy who laughs just like Cael. This is less startling but still rather perplexing when my ears are tuned to just these frequencies.
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