Ireti wept like a child, as though she had never known the act of shedding tears in her life. She wept for so many reasons. She wept because she missed the tender motherly-love she used to receive from her beloved mother. She wept because she remembered the first time Henry had touched her romantically, promising to always cherish her as his woman. She cried because she also recalled the first time the romantic affections in her marriage had stopped to exist. And then she remembered instantly the first blow she received from her loving husband after learning of her barrenness.
And now she was beginning to feel this new thing called love flowing from her soul towards the man she knew to be her doctor. But she couldn't contain this new feeling, so she cried and cried and cried, releasing the years of rejection she felt for herself thinking about the fact that she could not have any kids of her own.
