Third Night

Here came the third night. It went pretty good. He just moved around the bed when he woke up and looked at his unmoved mother. He didn’t bother me much this night, just rolling cross me for a couple of times and stopped in the middle of my legs. Perhaps, he found that spot cozy and comfy so he decided to close his eyes there.

Half night passed. He opened his eye and, again, saw his unmoved mother. He just sat upright and handed the bottle of milk to me. I opened the cap. He drank it slowly like a sleepy boy. And then he went back to sleep peacefully.

What can I say? I just smile to myself.