Elisha
“Elisha?” I heard Nana outside my bedroom door.
“Yes, please come in,” I loudly replied, fixing all my stuff on the bed. I was crocheting another scarf for the winter. This was my fifth one this week and my second project for the day.
The door opened, and I saw Nana holding another tray of food. “Sweetheart, here’s your snack,” she smilingly said, placing the tray on the bedside table.
“Aww…thank you, Nana….” I beamed at her and then at the food she prepared. An orange juice and four pieces of the croissant with cheese and ham. “I just ate three hours ago, and here comes another tray of food,”
Nana sat next to me. “Because you and your babies need to be healthy,” looking at my tummy. “Did you throw up your lunch?” she asked.
“Luckily, no. They love the mushroom soup and bre
