C20 BETWEEN A ROCK AND HARD PLACE

It’s a bright Monday morning. I put on my final touches of light makeup and slid on my shoes. I look at my baby. She is still fast asleep. She is still a beauty, even in her sleep. My whole life is staring at me. She is my all.

The weekend was awfully dull and dreadful for the first time. She refused to talk to anyone. We nearly forced her to eat. Her toys meant nothing