I used to feed and change babies for fun. I was five and my love for taking care of them was long lived, proven true by the blue and pink blankets I swaddled babies in this afternoon. My grandma kept a play crib and stroller with a gray cushion and creaky pink wheels that once belonged to my Aunt. The crib was stored in the playroom cupboard along with a metal pan set and white teacups and saucer. Something about the wrinkley babies and salmon colored water bottle I drank from this afternoon reminded me of the room that held her childhood things.
