Natalia
My legs bounce up and down throughout the car ride. I find myself physically unable to stay still.
Adrenaline.
Excessive relief.
Jubilation.
Fear.
One or all of those emotions settles inside me, I have my hands wrapped tightly around each child, like maybe the point of contact is the only thing keeping me here.
The only thing making this feel real. Making them here with me real.
Over two months, without a glance, a feel, a f*****g moment with them in my arms. None of their little voices echoing through the walls of our modest home, no pointless arguments between Axel and Anna. The goddessdamned pitter-patter of their tiny, bare feet traveling down the halls. Nothing. It’s all evaded me for way too long.
And now it feels like I’m finally sane.
Clutching sweaty, sticky, so
