Epilogue
EIGHT MONTHS LATER...
“Mummy!” A little girl runs towards a woman in blue jeans as she whisks her up. But then, within a minute, puts her down and the little girl goes back to hugging the woman’s denim-clad legs. She runs towards me in awe, breaking into a big, toothy smile.
My lips immediately touch with a hint of the toothy smile she has to offer. The little girl gets scared again as she nears the distance between us and goes back to hiding behind her mother as if scared moving in unchartered territory. Her mother coaxes her to reach her hand out to me, as I bend down and intertwine her little fingers with my long ones.
“Hi!” I say in a high-pitched voice, but then calm myself down because she’s a five-year-old kid, and I don’t need to be nervous about her just because she’s
