I Am The Luna

ZAIA

I press my foot on the brake as I wait for the security guards to unlock the large gates that leads to the entrance of our home. Once the large gates swing open, I drive through.

“Good evening Madam,” the night security guard says, tipping his hat to me. “Good evening, Aaron,” I reply, sliding my car window up.

I glance up at the house when it comes into view. The upstairs window lights are on and due to the warmth, a few of the windows are open.

The sound of a child’s laughter reaches my ears, and it’s like music. I park up in the driveway and turning the ignition off, I get out and shut the door quietly, wanting to surprise them.

I lock the car doors and make my way up the three steps that lead to the large four-bedroom home. Dad did not hold back. He gave us this when we first arrived.

Not only is it in a private area, but it’s extremely secure on all sides. The property itself has large walls topped with spikes surrounding it.

“Come on, time for bed!” Mom’s voice rings in the air. Oh, he’s being a handful again!

door behind me. Putting my bag and keys down, I kick my heels

home before they fall asleep. The door to their bedroom stands open, there’re toys and towels strewn across the carpeted floor, and I pick them up. I massage the back of my neck as

one wall with a chest of three drawers

barrels into me, wrapping his arms around

down at my little Zion, and he stares back at me with bright blue eyes and black hair. A spitting image of his father, right

me this plane,” I say when I move back and tug his cheeks lightly. “Ok, Mommy!” He runs off, and I slowly stand up as I scan the

them and kiss Mom’s forehead softly as she beams up at me. “Ah Zaia, you’re home, thank

up and I sit down as the girl in the bed

dark copper-coloured

six months after her birth in hospital until she was deemed strong enough to leave… despite being three years old, she is extremely small,

doesn’t have much weight and is quite

and I nod. “Yes, my darling, I’m right here,” I whisper, kissing her forehead. “I’m happy…” she says with a gigantic

nod before I

has built with Legos. “Yes, please, but look at my plane. Sia helped

are

me with my two dew drops as we all shuggle into the bed, and I read them a story of a young boy who goes on an adventure to discover lost

letting them drift into a deep sleep. Only then do I

sleepily. “Goodnight my Superman,” I reply, kissing his cheek softly before pulling

the sheet around her. I feel

trying to soften the pain in

know what’s wrong with her. But