Two Eyes Cenote nefertem

She doesn’t notice the concern nor the question asked, like the child she is. Cuddling her mother just for a second and then once again her childlish mind desires action. Thrill and excitement. Rubbing her head against Nazli’s chest, she struggles out of her hold, sneezing and pawing the sheets underneath out of curiosity; feeling arms readjust around her once again to pull her near.

And then she flops, on her belly. And then she rolls on her back, growling and kicking those little feet against one’s poor belly. A fighter, kicker, and a strong one, she is. Almost, she falls, if not caught. No concern in the world.