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It was hard to believe that Lin was hers. He was so tiny and perfect, a generally calm baby. She knew it was better for her parents to raise him, but it made her ache so terribly when he cried.
It was one of her good days and Tru was trying not to panic as the baby cried himself red in the face. She rocked him as best as she could, the song starting out as just humming until she remembered the words.
“Baby mine, don’t you cry. Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine,” she sang softly, relief coursing through her when Lin began to settle. Of all the songs in the world, she couldn’t say what made her think of that particular one, but it worked.
It was the only thing that worked when she sang to him. But as he grew older, the lyrics faded, replaced by simple humming when he was old enough to grasp what the words meant.
Even now, she can’t hear the song without wanting to cry.