The Little One
The newest and the smallest, and she lights up the moment you look. Lumi cannot do much yet — being here is the whole of it, and it is plenty.
Being looked at, being lifted, the light coming on when a face appears. Lumi asks for nothing and needs to earn nothing — which is the whole of what the little ones have to teach.
Wordless and warm. She answers a face with a face, and the light in her is the reply.
Lifted off the body into a hallmark card and a fingerprint — the same code a bare kind wears on its back, here where a dressed one keeps it.