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Denali “Are your friends going to spend the night? Like a sleepover?” “No, baby.” “That’s too bad. They were nice. Especially the bird-one.” Adorable in footie pajamas, Nolan climbs into bed. I scoot behind him to read him a story. He insists on reading parts of the book himself, and I take the chance to cuddle him and breathe in the baby shampoo scent clinging to his curls. I used to fall asleep like this, coming in after a day in the fields where I worked with the other migrant workers, relieving the babysitter and taking the precious moments to hold my boy. Does Nash even realize what it’s been like, raising a son and trying to survive? My lioness is ready to be with him, but it’ll take more than an afternoon at a playground and a pizza dinner for him to prove to me he should be a p