Memory 51
Zahira had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. She was my god-daughter and in my eyes, she was beyond perfect. Rosh jumped up from his slouched position. I giggled at his exhaustion which was always funny. Rosh out of smiles and ideas.
"They lie when they tell you parenting is hard. Walking through hell might be easier."
"It's ok, she's gorgeous."
He hummed in agreement. She was everything. I understood why people became mush around babies.
"When are you getting a mini-me?"
"I think Zahira is enough for now."
I looked at her. Small and a lot of responsibility. Her life was fragile.
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