|Innaya|
If two weeks before someone would have told me that I would be comfortably snuggling with the person I have never seen before, I would have probably laughed till my stomach ached and tears fell from my eyes. Of course after beating some sense in that person's hollow head. However, I am forced to question my own judgment as I found myself putting my arms around my husband.
The image of nine years old me, struggling to breathe as the pain in my back worsened, screaming for my mother, appeared in front of my closed eyes.
That memory had me tighten my hold, around him as I felt something wet on my cheek. I realized tears were running down through my closed eyelids, not wanting to ruin his shirt I pressed my eyelids tightly to stop the traitorous tears.
