~Sienna~

The hospital room feels smaller today, filled with the sharp smell of medicine and the quiet hum of the machines. I am sitting in a hard plastic chair next to my mother’s bed. She looks a bit better, but her face is still pale against the white pillows. We are talking about the babies, how Noah has started to babble more and how Naysa is getting so strong. I try to keep the mood light, focusing on her health and the triplets, making sure she knows that everything at home is under ...