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!

face. I step inside and lock the door behind me. Putting my bag and keys down, I kick my heels off and stretch. Goddess, it’s been

there’re toys and towels strewn across the carpeted floor, and I pick them up. I massage

that are against one wall with a chest of three drawers standing between

gasp when my three-year-old son barrels into me,

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

for a hug. “Hey Superman, show 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 room for

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

home and safe. That’s what mothers do. She gets up

back her dark copper-coloured hair, my heart

in hospital until she was deemed strong enough to leave… despite being three years old, she is extremely small, unlike Zion, who looks older than

much weight and is

back at me, and I nod. “Yes, my darling, I’m right here,” I whisper, kissing her forehead. “I’m happy…” she says with a gigantic yawn. “Will you tell

nod before

a bedtime story?” I ask the boy who is gathering up the airplane he has built with

did she now… that is incredible, you two are incredible and so clever!

see Mom slip out of the room, leaving me with my two dew drops as we all shuggle into the bed, and I read them a story of a young boy

the story, letting them drift into a deep sleep. Only then do I slowly lift Zion up and put him into

I reply, kissing

Sia and fix the sheet around her. I feel her pulse in her

kiss her forehead softly, trying to soften the pain in

Sia… until this day, the doctors don’t know what’s wrong with her. But we