"One," Cassandra repeated, considering the idea. "One year. Still small." She took the photo and looked at it, thinking that Kayla looked different. Older, Cassandra supposed. "I crawled once," Cassandra said and then looked up at him. "I don't remember you crawling."
"Christmas," Cassandra repeated as though reading it from a page. "The celebration of the birth of the Christ child, based on earlier pagan traditions. Yes, I remember. We have a tree at home for it." Then she smiled at Hector. "I'd like that. I like you."