Betty had detached from her husband since 8 months. She went back to Yorkshire and stayed alone. One evening, she discovers a new born baby inside a basket, on her door step. She took the initiative to call it her baby and raise her. Betty faced di...
A sudden mewl war drummed my heart and my sleep broke with a startle. The baby was crying. It was 12 o'clock of midnight. I knew there was no milk left in the refrigerator, I should have fetched one. I had no idea what to feed her. It was too late to find any stores open. I took the baby and leaned her on my chest protectively, then wrapped my chest area with two thick shawls to keep the baby protected from snow and cold. I scuttled out of the house, in shivering cold, I could feel my nose freezing. I kept on walking until I noticed a cottage. I slapped it's door rudely, why does it take so much time to open a bloody door! my baby's mewls got louder. The door finally gently opened by an old lady. She looked pretty weak and devastated.
"Ma'am I'm so sorry, can I get few bottles of milk, my baby is hungry"
The lady gave a dubious look but finally nodded her head. "Come in", she said. She was leading to the refrigerator like a tortoise. Oh my god. The baby seemed to be feeling suffocated inside, I could feel her moving madly near my chest with loud cries. "Let me do it!", I mumbled and reached the refrigerator before her, without taking her okay I opened it and grabbed all four of the bottles kept at the front and strode out of the cottage. "Hey you insolent girl! give me at least two! come back girl!", she yelled. I heard her but I took no notice of her words, instead kept rushing to my home. Finally! reaching home I headed straight to the kitchen and semi boiled milk from one bottle. Instead of taking the milk in a mini bowl, I took a spoon and started feeding her the milk right from the pot. I heaved a long sigh as she was done having her milk. She let out a big yawn stretching her tiny reddish body, it brought instant smile on my face. I released a playful whistle from my mouth to get her attention, her eyes locked mine. She kept staring at my face with broadened elated eyes. And unknowingly sucked her fingers. Still staring. I removed her hand from her mouth, her stares became bewildering, bringing a tiny cute wrinkle on her forehead, and out of no where she withered her entire face and let out an abrupt cry. And I burst into a hearty laughter! my laughter distracted her sob and she stopped, again staring at my face with bulging eyes. I took one of her tiny hands and kissed on her puny palm, this time she gave a heavenly smile. Tears glistened near my eye corners.
"Nianna", I said to myself. "You're my Nianna"
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