The Veiled Verities

That feeling, when your child is put into your arms, for the first time, is inexplicable. It wasn't any different for me as well. I had never in my life handled new born babies. Initially, I was terrified to even hold her. But once when she was in my arms, my exhaustion, pain and fear, laid forgotten. Her tiny palms were closed into fists. She seemed to be peering at me, through the crevices of her partially closed eyes. The best way, that could describe my emotions were, through the following sentence.
"It was like someone had quenched my thirst after ages of aridness."

The smile plastered on my face was so wide that, it revealed all my thirty two teeth. A small amount of dejection that I felt because of Lawrence's absence lost it's importance at my baby's sight.

Holding her close to my chest, I extended my index finger to stoke her quaggy cheek. A chortle escaped my mouth when she stirred in my arms. I just couldn't wait for the time when I'll watch my daughter take first step or speak first syllable.