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My brother's first born. Willow Lynn. Born with wild blue eyes and a head of hair. I'm in love with her. When she was a baby she learned to speak in broken bits of English, Spanish and Afrikaan while gesturing with sign language. Here we had been left alone for a few hours. The sun freckling her with light and shadow through the window. I have no clue how to act with a child. I'm both mesmerized and nervous.