Bringing home a child, let alone a daughter, seemed unexpected for Hailey Campbell. Not only to impress her rambunctious family, but understand the ups and downs of raising Donna Campbell.
She cooed softly while I rocked her. Her brown eyes looked around mesmerizingly. I smiled happily, kissing her forehead. She made tiny wails which sounded so cute. "You are so beautiful." I whispered. Her small hair was growing red. It made me wonder if she'll be a beautiful redhead or stay red for the time being until it changes color. She wailed cutely and moved her little hands about. I held her hand which she brought to her lips. "Why you're so cute?" I squealed, kissing her nose. Mom came in with a warm smile. "How's my adorable grandchild?" She asked. I returned the gesture and hadn't taken my attention off her. "Great. She already ate and is now sleepy." I whispered. Mom walked over to my bed. "She is getting quite restless." She said, giggling. And she wasn't wrong. Donna still moved her arms and babbling. "Have you tried nursery rhymes? Lullabies?" She asked. I hummed in response. "Did it work when I was a baby?" I asked. Mom scoffed before sitting down. "Nope. You were simpler. You ate, slept and enjoyed cartoons and nursery rhymes. If you ask your Aunts and Uncles, your cousins were way different." She told me. Donna still babbled as if she was part of the conversation. I looked at her in awe. An idea instantly clicked. "Hold her." I said, carefully giving her to Mom. I got off the bed and stand in the center of the room. I began playing ballroom music from my phone. Smiling, I done a few Ballet moves:
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Mom smiled warmly, holding Donna's hand. "You see mommy?" She whispered. As I danced, it made her smile happily and giggle. I did one more twirl.
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It has been a long while since I've done ballet dancing. Mom done ballet when she was younger than me. My grandparents went to her every dance recital and considering they had six kids, there was so much standing ovations. Donna watched while smiling and clapping. My heart melted. The music was beginning to end so I did the finishing touch.
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