AINA POV:
"You're right, I suppose to live." The young mother said.
I opened my eyes, removing the sleeping crust from my left eye. Standing close to my bed was the young mother. l and her baby was being held by her. This is the first time she will be entering my room without knocking. I am quite sure the situation was out of hand.
"Just a minute," I got down from my bed and hurriedly rushed to the toilet to take my bath.
"Are you ready? " I asked.
"Yes."
I helped her and pack her property in the boot of my car. Jonas has rented a house for her in Western Altona, a part of Altona where the middle-class dwells. It will take about a three-hour journey for us to arrive there.
While we traveled, our discussion was mainly centered on babies. For the first time in my life I was convinc
