She watched as his dreamy little grin became sweeter and softer as she rocked him back and forth, back and forth, carrying him to the land of sweetest baby dreams on the notes of her gentle song. As the little one closed his eyes, Mayra continued to rock him for the next fifteen minutes before he was out like a light.
Accepting himself for the little baby boy that she, Ellen, and the other ladies knew he was at heart made him just as docile and easily worn-out as any other little one that had come through these doors. James though, was a little more special.
