for me to be a mother.
Everything grows rounder, wider, and weirder, and I sit here in the middle of it all, patting my belly. I wonder who in the world you will turn out to be. I know we struggle to go through this path. I know what you feel because we are one.
But darling baby,
let us pray hard so that Allah will shower us with miracles and we could live together with daddy, happily, contentedly, gratefully, yes?
lots of love,
mummy.
