"K-Kafi...Mommy did a good job, didn't she?...Mommy did her best to give birth to our b-baby."
My mother said some delirious words with a hazy look in her eyes after being exhausted from pushing out a hand full of jam, thinking that all the effort she put in was to deliver a child.
"Yes, you did, mom...You may not have given birth to our child, but you did do your absolute best to bring forth our creation, and I'm proud of you for that."
I said as I used my handkerchief to rub off all the sweat that was dripping down her face after that tedious session of overworking the muscles in her birth canal.
I then bent down and kissed her on her forehead, which made her smile and feel like her duty was finally over, letting her slowly close her eyes and go into a quiet slumber.
