"Are you hungry, sweetie? Want a little of Mommy's milk?" I ask in the most loving way, rocking Kali in my arms. It's been two days since Kali was born.
Saluvia has already left, while Esther shows up now and then — more precisely, she's constantly nearby, but she's kept her distance because we always fight over the way she looks at our daughter.
I don't think Esther will ever change. It's obvious she'll never love our daughter the way I want her to. On top of that, I've discovered a few more reasons why Esther hates Kali, and it's not just about appearance or because she wanted to monopolize me, though those are definitely part of it.
"W-What am I supposed to do?" I ask myself, holding my daughter close as I let her suckle at my breast. Incredibly, my body is actually producing milk.
