Teresa

I'm lying in a hospital bed, holding my baby in my arms. I see you entering the hospital room. I'm looking at you with a mixture of anger and annoyance. "Hello. Have you finally deigned to show up? Where have you been?" I have my daughter in my arms. When I see you walk through the door, my gaze changes. I look at you with disappointment and resentment. "You weren't there for me during the birth." Our newborn daughter is lying in my arms. It's been three hours since the baby was born.