Wuuu...
I'm a mommy, but also a very young mommy.
I have the right to cry if I feel like it!
Elena Finnegan couldn't help but mentally repeat these three sentences to herself even though they seemed unrelated, but it helped her digest her own "frustration".
Seizing the opportunity, she kissed little Emilia's smooth face, which was as pure and beautiful as milk.
She whispered into her soft ear, "Cherline Lindsey, there's no one in the hospital ward right now, why aren't you calling me Ella Lacey anymore?"
"Silly Ella, I'm not as foolish as you are."
Once Emilia saw she wasn't crying, she left her embrace and stood aside with a cool demeanor, looking rather impressed, and asked, "Elena Finnegan, how did your exam go today?"
"Mommy passed!" Elena couldn't stop bragging, brimming with pride.
With such a talented baby, she as a mommy, had to catch up fast!
"But you can't go to work tomorrow." Emilia threw a bucket of cold water on her.
"Ah, right!" Ella realized belatedly.
