Liana's POV
I felt tired and exhausted. The lights, coming through the curtains woke me up. The white painted wall of the hospital was what greeted me first. This made it feel so real that I am a mother again. I smiled at the thought and got up into a sitting position. My baby was lying peacefully in her cot. She looked like an angel: An angel sent to make me whole. I couldn't stop looking at her neither could I carry her. It's been five years since I had Junior, what if I break her when I carry her? She looks really fragile.
A yawn escaped my mouth and I felt the urge to pee. I stood up and went to the adjoining room which is the bathroom and relieved myself. When I got back, the door of my room was opened which insinuated that someone has entered. Everything was in its rightful place a
