Whitefish River Now I know I'm falling in deep

The small white blob had finally found rest during the night. Since her birth it had been the endless cycle of eating sleeping and crying, but what else was there to do? She wasn't even aware of what the world had in store for her yet. By the time morning had rolled around Hotaru had already shifted, a pain in her stomach telling her to find the one thing that could quell almost any complaint she had. Unaware of the incoming company, the little girl would wiggle, nosing her mother until she found what she was looking for and latched on to feed.