Quasim still hadn’t opened his eyes, we were burying a God, and I was carrying a child that I was the least bit worried about. I wasn’t sleeping well, and I barely could eat anything. My mind was on everything else, and our time in Barbados. Everything was good, so fun, and then we came home, and life fell apart.
as much as you’re missing simmy, you gotta take care of yourself AND your baby
