A New Life
Her eyes spoke to me
The color of the sun, so deep, looking right down to my soul.
That was our form of communication.
We would always look at each other knowing that we could read each other.
Her eyes told me that she was slightly anxious but highly excited.
Her hands pleasantly warm comforted mine, as to show that everything would be alright.
A very plump but kindhearted nurse rolled her away where she knew I could see her. The bubbling of excitement was in me ready to burst out of me, but still concerned for my mother.
I relaxed a little in my chair, thinking, knowing that everything would be adequate.
My eyes wandered a little waiting for my family’s arrival.
Finally, at last. It had been a few hours, not aware of the time for I had been asleep.
A brown haired man with the deepest set of blue eyes, looking sharp, known as my stepfather, rushed through the doors, a quick glance at me, my fingers pointing into the direction mother was, neither of us had spoken, supposedly filled with too much exuberance.
All my family members were here by now, scattered in different locations.
Without any warnings I heard a sudden scream. Jumping up in alarm, I turned to see what direction it was coming from. My mothers.
Her eyes had sheer agony plainly written on her. An agony that I hadn’t seen until my father died.
My mother was tormenting and I felt utterly and completely helpless. Tearing up and remembering what she told me.
Be strong and I will be sufficient.
I resumed to my seat being strong for her.
After an amount of screaming, altogether it was soon over.
Springing out of my seat, I walked in my mother’s direction with no hesitation of permission to do so.
Her eyes held an amount an amount of fatigue, but filled with satisfaction. My stepfather stood next to her, reassuring.
Bathed in blood, my eyes spotted the beautiful creature that was being cleaned.
A blanket of lavender was wrapped around the baby.