Eight five

*Freya*

I was lost in a wondrous dream, playing joyfully with a beautiful baby girl in a lush garden. The little girl giggled delightfully as I tickled her tummy, her curly ginger locks bouncing. 

"Mama!" she squealed, reaching her chubby little arms up to me. My heart swelled with a profound love like I had never known as I gazed into her sparkling brown eyes - my eyes. This perfect little being was mine. My daughter.

We sat together in the fragrant grass ...