Lily was your little girl, only a few months old. She loved to draw and get lost of warm cuddles and food. She was a chubby little girl, but she loved you with all her heart.

Your husband had left you after Lily was born, so you raised her on your own.

This morning, you were laying in your bed, Lily cuddled up to you as you breastfed her, and she was happy and content.

"Mama..." she mumbled as she drank, cling onto you.