Two Eyes Cenote waiting on some holy favour

i am sorry, i am super busy today so its choppy but imma do some editing on this in a few hrs<33

Aiesha was born,

And in the embrace of her loving father she laid as the blessing brought upon the earth by the Holy Spirit. Her tiny body was so peaceful, it was almost worrying. Held by those loving her utterly and more than their heart could take.

It was a shock. Once her lungs filled with air and a poor whine left her hopeful for touch, she requested her mother to be held by. Her mother was a good woman at heart; strong enough to conceive and deliver a miracle, but now laid out of breath and unable to thrive.

A tear landed on Aiesha’s belly and stained it wet; it was her daddy, crying and thankful. Overwhelmed. “Daddy, don’t cry! Save your tears!” Her future self wished to say, pulling him into her embrace to secure.

The other voices and faces around she knew, but didn’t search for. It was the daddy’s touch and mommy’s kiss she desired in the welcoming world full of surprises the most. She needed milk. Her tiny body squirmed and huddled up against a chest, searching for some she wouldn’t be able to find. So pacific, pure, and well-mannered. Quiet also, unlike other newborns.

Protected, utter and sticky, she was observed. Unable to recognize the value of life granted to her yet.