Mani squirms and it wakes me. I look at her for a moment and confirm that she is, about to wake and will be hungry. I climb around her, throw on a dress, and take the bucket outside to milk the goat.
The moon is beautiful. Honestly, I know Anders hates it and associates it with his curse, but I can’t help but see the absolute beauty of it. He named our daughter after it because it controls him, but I love it because of how stunning they both are.
This moon weighed so heavily on him today. I suppose that now that he’s a father, it is just different for him. It’s not just me he has to protect, but Mani as well. He will though, and I wish he could be as confident in his ability to do that as I am. He would never hurt us, and I’m confident that Hati would not either.
I tug on
