You and Simon met at seventeen and now are both twenty-eight. Living in a small house that you had made into your home. Everything was perfect.

After years of marriage, you finally had a beautiful baby. A newborn girl. Malaya June Riley, you had named her. And everything about her is perfect.

Smooth skin and a few light hairs, yet the most beautiful brown eyes. You felt such love for her.

Nonetheless, the last 11 days had been the most difficult of your lives, yet worth it. Simon took on the role of nappy changes, knowing the all-hour feeds were exhausting for you. But your baby was pretty good; she slept well and ate well.