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!

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

the large square hallway and hurry up the carpeted stairs, glad I made it home before they fall asleep. The door to their bedroom stands open, there’re toys and towels strewn across the carpeted floor,

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

my three-year-old son barrels into me, wrapping

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

“Hey Superman, show me this plane,” I say when I move back and tug his cheeks lightly. “Ok, Mommy!” He

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

safe. That’s what mothers do. She gets up and I sit down as the girl in the bed stirs. She’s already

her dark copper-coloured hair, my heart

made it… she spent six months after her birth in hospital until she was deemed strong

Tinkerbell doesn’t have much weight and is quite petite in size, but

eyes stare 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

nod before I turn

story?” I ask the boy who is gathering up the airplane he has built with Legos. “Yes, please, but look at my plane. Sia helped me,”

incredible, you two are incredible and so clever! Look

all shuggle into the bed, and I read them a story of a young boy who goes on an adventure to discover lost

into a deep sleep. Only then

reply, kissing his cheek softly before pulling

her. I feel her pulse

trying to soften the pain

know what’s wrong with her. But