"Mother, why is he so pink and wrinkly?"
"Don't say that, Kairan. He's very pretty."
"Well, Kairan isn't wrong, Eirith. The baby is indeed wrinkly."
Three voices. Three familiar yet distant echoes filled the air, pulling at the corners of my memory. I could hear them, their warmth wrapping around me like a forgotten lullaby.
I opened my eyes to find to young boy staring at me, his bright green eyes shining with curiosity like a gem. Upon seeing me, he smiled wide, his innocence infectious.
"mother, the wrinkly baby woke up!" he exclaimed.
A woman peered inside, her face lighting up with a smile. "Elysia, he finally woke up."
Then another woman popped into view, her gaze filled with love and tenderness. "Oh my! My child!"
I blinked in confusion as the woman with the flowing blonde hair scooped me into her arms.
