AMELIA
Pushing the double stroller in the halls of airport arrivals, walking in circles, watching the faces of strangers passing by, checking the time on the screen of my phone every 10 seconds, biting my nails and feeling the constant need to pee. And repeat. Minutes felt like hours because I was too nervous to meet her. Because once she was here, she would take him away from me. I spent the last couple of nights crying with my baby in my arms. Oh Goddess, I was such a terrible mother!
“Ami, don’t be sad. We are not leaving him forever. We will reunite with him in a short period of time. You’ll see.” Imani was trying her best to cheer me up and ease the pain of my bleeding heart. I believed her, but still, it was hard.
I noticed the tall athletic figure with silver hair under a basebal
