C70 MML 70

I stopped in front of the mirror while I cradled her. I noticed dark circles forming under my eyes.

My hair was a mess, my clothes were unkempt, and I had a short temper. That's how I looked in the mirror.

Being a mother was tiring.

I walked Amari back and forth as she continued to cry. Hoping that she stop from crying.

"Sleep... go to sleep..." I sang to her. "My dear Amari