I woke up to the softest touch on my face. Then I heard Isiah's sweet little voice trying to wake me up. I pretended to be asleep still because I knew what would happen next if I didn't wake up, and it's my most favorite thing in the morning for the past two years.
" Momma, wake up." Isaiah started kissing my face and tried to open my eyes. I love the smell of his breath in the morning and his baby scent.
" Momma, I'm hungwy." He complained and patted my cheek. He then continued to kiss my whole face, which squeezed at my heart.
How could this sweet, loving boy be so sick? How could the universe be so cruel to such a sweet boy? Tears were welling up at the corner of my eyes, but I tried to hold it back. My son is so clever. He will notice something is wrong.
I decided to startle him an
