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Sara pushed the pram as Audrey looked at the line of clothing before her critically.

"What a gorgeous daughter you have," exclaimed a woman, ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the little body wrapped up in the pink blanket.

"She's not my daughter," said Sara. "She's my niece."

Audrey rolled her eyes as she turned. "She's mine."

"You and your husband must be very proud."

Her smile turned genuine as she faced the stranger. "We are."

Sitting down for lunch not long after, her daughter nursing at her breast, Audrey raised an eyebrow in her mother's direction. "Seriously mum," she chastised. "Niece?"

Sara shrugged her shoulders. "This is not the body of a grandmother."