But quickly the cream turned to soothing on her delicate skin. The odor was strong – distinctive – yet curiously full of memory as it took her back to another time and another place. Still quietly crying, Jordan was hardly aware of time.

After washing her hands, Sally was back to finish the job. Pulling the purple diaper up between her daughter’s legs, she snugged each lower edge around each leg and taped the tapes before moving to the upper ones across the helpless girl’s midsection. Jordan continued to lay there splayed out, pajama pants around her ankles, diaper snugly in place, head rested on its side, and eyes closed.

“Ok Jordie,” Sally said as she pulled on Jordan’s hands by her sides, “Up we go.” Jordan perked up a bit, opened her red puffy eyes.