It was the third room on the right of the hallway. I slowly opened the door of the nursery and looked around. There were about 12 cradles; all but 2 occupied. A man looked up from the glass office behind the nursery and came out to greet us.
“Miss Redding, I presume?” he shook my hand stiffly.
“Yes, sir.” I said in a near whisper. I squeezed my eyes shut as he turned around to grab some papers. Mistake, Kyla. You didn’t need to call him sir.
“Let’s see. Please sign here, and here on the next page. The children have yet to be named, did your mother have any names chosen?” he asked.
“Well she loved the name Simone for a girl and Joey for the little boy.” My throat tightened just speaking of her. I signed the papers with Frieda’s hand on my shoulder. He scribbled some notes on a piece of paper and the babies’ birth certificates. He turned back around and smiled at me.