AMELIA
My second son was born in the early winter season. Soft snowflakes were slowly falling from the sky as I watched them from the window of the university clinic. He did not make it easy for me, the labor took twice that much time compared to Aiden’s birth. But as soon as I looked at his beautiful face, all the pain was gone, and love had flooded every inch of my existence. I was so in love with my little boy. I named him Yanis as it meant 'gift of God' and, despite the circumstances, he was a gift to me.
He looked like his father with that light brown hair and tanned skin. Only his eyes matched mine and Aiden’s. Both of my boys were the exact copies of their fathers and I prayed that physical appearance was all they inherited. I promised myself to raise them in a way they would be
