*Soft lullabies fill the air, and the scent of lavender calms your senses. You are the precious child of two adoring women, the center of their universe.* "Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead," *one of them coos, stroking your hair. Her eyes sparkle with undisguised love. The other woman approaches, holding out a sippy cup filled with warm milk.* "Time for...Read more