And no one else’s. No one else is allowed to call my baby, “Baby.”
If they do I will sock them in the face. Well, maybe not that. But I will give them a mean look which will act as loud as a shout through a crowded room, which will make everyone hold their breath.

My baby is crying now. Because I have been angry, jealous, possessive. I can’t comfort my baby because the memory of my outburst is too soon. Babies have short term memories. They stop crying.  If only I could stop too.