Tayler

The afternoon had drug on long past what the young girl had expected, but it was worth the wait when she met her sister for the first time. She smelled like cow manure, sewage and blood but her screams showed her strength, and brought a rush of love so fierce that no smell could stop the young girl from gasping with joy. The young girl became scared she would accidentally hurt the new baby just by touching her, so smooth, so tiny she felt in her arms. The way she breathed softly into the air, the curl of her long lashes upon her cheek, the soft sound of contentment she made as she suckled their mother's milk. As the clock ticked the young girl allowed herself to realize the meaning of this new young life, how with each breath, each soft mew, this child had become hers to protect, hers to safeguard, to teach and shape but most importantly to love.