A rush of pain forces me awake. It starts in my stomach and spreads rapidly all over my body, making everything feel like it has been lit aflame.
I could hear a child cry in the background and my chest feels heavy.
"Come come!" a woman's voice accompanies the crying child. "He's been crying like this for hours! No wet nurse can satisfy him! Aren't you a neglijent mother already?!"
Is she scolding me? I stare at the red haired woman who carries the bundle of blankets towards me. She forces it into my arms and when I tear my gaze away from her, I realise I was holding my own child. His cheeks were red with anger and frustration. Joy, aside confusion, overwhelms me and I feel the need to cry when I hug the child to my chest.
"Oh, stop it, now! Don't be such a sissy!" the red haired woman
