Sophia's povI had vowed myself never to leave her alone again.Our days began quietly. Every morning I would go to her room before breakfast, and feign to see how she was doing. I simply enjoyed seeing her smile when she opened the door, in real sense.Good morning, she would say, half asleep and her hair in a mess and her robe loosely tied.I would say good morning and walk in directly and sit by her bed. You should be asleep you look like you just fell asleep.No, I did not, I rub my belly, said she. The infant kicked half the night.I smiled. "That's a good sign."It is also an indication that this one may be just as obstinate as his father.I laughed, shaking my head. "Oh, goddess, I hope not."We would chatter a little,--how we ate, how we were named, how Mother kept trying to crochet baby clothes, when she could hardly hold a needle in her hand.During afternoons we used to sit up in the courtyard together.This afternoon, I said to myself, I will never be happy again, you see.
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