Zelena.
Baby G. gurgled and began her crying again at hearing my raised voice. I let Lunaya go and shifted G. in my arms, patting her bum and shushing softly into her cheek.
“It’s okay Sweet Girl. Mumma didn’t mean to yell” I told her gently. I pressed my lips to her cheek and closed my eyes, rubbing the side of my face against hers. When I opened my eyes again, Lunaya was looking at me, tears running down her face in endless streams. I was taken by surprise by her show of emotion. I thought she was mad, angry at me for something. I didn’t realie that whatever it was that was bothering her, was hitting her so hard.
“I’m sorry” she sobbed and stepped closer.
“Please, can I hold her?” she asked with her hands out.
I hesitated, looking over Lunaya's distressed face and shaking frame.
