I heard Mila before I saw her. The restaurant was empty a few minutes ago except for a handful of employees and me. But I heard Mila cry, so I knew there was a baby in the house.
I’d seen pictures of Mila before, but I’d never seen her in person. She was born almost 4 months ago to one of the managers here and I’d been wanting to meet her. Her father was called into work, so he had to drop her off with her mom while someone came to pick her up. In the 15 minutes she was here, I finally got to meet this little bundle of joy and love.
She’s a very serious baby and she seemed to be taking the entire world in with her huge brown eyes. She regarded me with intense curiosity. Then she eagerly took my finger in her tiny hand and squeezed it tightly as she gave me the only smile I saw from her.

How much can human heart take when inner winter lasts forever?
Can a free society tolerate intrusions into details of ‘The Lives of Others’?
Is it just coincidence that my surgeries come when I’m alone?
Economic and moral ignorance is at root of fast food worker walkout
Autumn scents send subtle signals every year that it’s time for change
Pinning big hopes on Mitt Romney? He’s a hypocrite on ObamaCare
We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
Society needs storytellers to help make sense of a changing world
My bad teen poetry suggests I’ve always hungered for missing love