Your delicate, soft skin pressed against mine feels so warm as I nestle our cheeks together and inhale the comforting scent that is you—powder and lotion blended with diapers and milk. With plump little fingers, your eager hands grip the strands of my hair and tug, causing me to pull back and giggle. We stay like this for a while, staring into each other’s eyes and sharing smiles, but too soon our moment is broken. Your mother arrives, and I have to give you up. Once you’re gone, my arms feel empty, but you were never mine to keep.