Tzipora loved spending time in the woods and river. But she was glad to be home with her little girl. Tamar Hannah was getting big. She was already speaking decent English, Hebrew, and Ladino. She seemed to grasp things very quickly. Eran was out grocery shopping. Tzipora had her bundle of joy all to herself.
All was well. The little girl was in pink. She remembered when she was pregnant, and Alana pushed for her to paint the kid’s room black and said no matter the sex of your child, it should only wear black. Tzipora, being girly, decided on pink and several light colors. She did dress, Tamar Hannah in black at times. Mostly, when she was hanging out with Alana, Tzipora wished Alana would have a kid. But she has heard time and time again that she and Marc are not meant to be parents. They have too much to do to keep the world safe. And they cling to the beliefs of the Force despite the fact that they are not Sith Lords or Jedi. Tzipora believed they wanted to be.
The kid was bouncing around. Tzipora fed her. Soon enough, it would be time for her to drink regular milk and juice from a glass. Tzipora was anxious for her baby to eat real food, too. But she cherished the moments she had with her as a baby.
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