The child’s presence had caused only a time ripple in the patterns Evelyn and Aama had formed around the household functions. He was ever sensitive to the child’s needs; almost as responsive as she herself. They had name the baby Aiyana, and both took care of her. Evelyn felt Aiyana stir and knew she was about to waken. This time she did not pat the child or hum, but rocked ever so slightly easing herself to the edge of the rocking chair in preparation for getting up.
The child came fully awake but did not whimper or cry out. She is wet Evelyn thought, gripping the arms of the chair firmly, stilled the motion and rose. She took another reassuring look around her grandmother’s front yard and walked into the house, and the room just off the verandah in which her child slept. She took the baby into her arms and hugged her tightly.