I held one of the children in my arms last night after they had woke up crying because of a nightmare. I haven't held a child like that since my baby sister went to be with the ancestors. While I've given and received hugs from Westel's daughter, this was different. The little one clutched me with all of her might, refusing to let go as she cried into my chest. For those few minutes, that tiny, beautiful child acted as if I was the only thing between her and the menace in her dreams. I suppose I was in a way.
I don't see how Pip deals with the loss.
Is it selfish of me to be afraid to have children of my own?
I think that's all for today.
