Either Em had had a baby, or we picked one up somewhere, but at some point I was in the car with mom, Aunt Irene, and someone else, and mom was holding the baby girl. The baby was crying and mom couldn't get her to stop. She wasn't too concerned about it because we were almost home and she figured the baby was just tired or hungry or had a dirty diaper, and it could be taken care of in a little bit.
I realized the that the cries that the baby let out were actually words or partial sentences. I was amazed considering that she was only a few months old. No one else seemed to be able to hear the words, so I started talking to the baby. She realized I could understand her, so she wound up wanting me to hold her. I was in the back seat, so mom handed her over the seat to me. She was aging very quickly and she suddenly seemed to be almost a year old or older. She had blond curly hair and blue eyes. We talked for a little bit, but I forget about what. I think she was just as surprised that I understood her and listened to her as much as I was that she talked in the first place.
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