LAUREN ZSANELLE
I woke with the caress of someone in my hair, I open my eyes slowly. I saw white the moment I open my eyes.
“You are already awake, Lauren.” My mother said. “Yeah, Mom. Where are the others?” I asked her and she smiled at me contently. “They are all in the nursery; they were excited to see your baby. So your husband and your father were there, they said that they’ll come back afterward but it took them 30 minutes,” she said so I shook my head.
I admit that I’m tired and it still hurts.
“The feelings were unexplained the moment I touch the child that I’ve protected for so many months. The baby completes me.” I said to her and she nodded with tears in her eyes. “That’s what I’ve felt when I first held you,” she said. “Stop being so dramatic, Mom,” I told her and she gi
