Chapter 8：Motherhood.

My name is Amella and I'm married to the best person in the world, Kelm. We were married for 3 years and when people looked at us, they would often say that we are a lucky and happy couple. However, they were wrong. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't have children. God knows how many times I cried and prayed for a child. I think my prayer was heard, since I found myself pregnant very soon afterwards.

Those were days full of bliss, pain and effort to keep the child healthy , and finally the day when our beloved daughter was born, came. I couldn't hold her the second she was born, since I was very tired after giving birth, but when I finally saw her face, the only word that came to my mind to describe her was 'Angel'. She was a living angel with golden, curly, soft hair and deep ruby eyes. This living, golden miracle opened her eyes and smiled at me. Could it be , that she realised that I'm her mother? I didn't have time to think, since my little girl started to fall asleep. I held her tight and thanked god for the thousandth time. "Thank you god for bestowing your divine blessing onto me".

And my days as her mother started. At first, I couldn't get used to waking up in the middle of the night to feed her, but when I told this to my friends, they were very surprised. It seems that their children were used to cry for no reason at all and would wake them up more than once at night. Looks like my little girl is special after all. Since then, I was putting my best at being a good mother, but one day I made a blunder.

Where is she?

Who took her?

What happened?

If only I came earlier... I wouldn't lose my precious child. At that very second, I heard her cheerful blabbering outside.

Without any second thought I ran there and saw my dirty angel, happily bathing in the sunrise.

I rushed over and lost to my emotions. I told her how scared I was, and started crying again. Mirta froze in my hands. I probably scared her, i closed my eyes to calm down and heard a very soft, sweet voice saying "I'm sowi..."

Shocked, I looked around but found no one and when I glanced at Mirta, I only saw a child, smiling at her mother. I guess I just misheard things.

A month later, Mirta started to crawl. It was a little bit early, but I knew she was special and was delighted to see her progress.

And so without me noticing, she turned 5 months old. We held a big party and invited some of my and Kelm's friends. When they came, our house became were lively. Many of our friends brought their children over to play. Nira, my close friend brought her 5-years-old son Afald. He was the eldest among children that came.

After the feast, I got too engrossed in conversation with my friends and left all of the kids to my easy-going husband. When it was evening and everyone started to leave, I spotted my Mirta soundly asleep on Afald's laps. I searched for my husband and found him in another corner sleeping as well.

I approached them. When Afald noticed me, he smiled and said.

"Mirta was alone, sitting in the corner with very pouty cheeks, so I came over to play. She fall asleep in the middle, though."

"..."

A wave of anger suddenly surged inside of me. Kelm, you better be ready for a long talk afterwards!

"Thank you for playing with her, Afald. It's Already late and you should go back home now."

I noticed disappointment in his eyes.

"Can I come to play?"

His puppy eyes were irresistible, well not like I was going to resist anyway. I giggled and told him that he is always welcomed to come and spend the day here. Nira took her son away and I brought Mirta to the bedroom. Later we had a chat with good-for-nothing father who made our daughter sit alone and feel lonely. He repented for his mistake and we went to sleep.