Alina's POV
Nigeuz is getting discharged today. I stop to look at him as I pack the bags. He's playing with an action figure Trent got him. He's still a little pale, but he's bubbling with energy. It's so nice to see him up and about again. Watching his weak little body on the hospital bed for the past few days have been torture. No one told me being a mom was this hard. My heart aches thinking of my mom. I don't remember ever seeing her complain. We didn't have much but she gave us the world and I failed her.
A crash brought me out of my thoughts.
“Niguez, be careful.” I rushed to his side, checking to see if he was okay before squatting to pick the broken toy.
“Sorry, mama.”
“It's okay, baby.”
“Good morning!” Trent's voice filled the room.
“Hey, Niguez. Uhhh… where's y
