Interlude of A Villainous Mother Part 1
Crystal crouched by the small, wooden crib, her eyes tracking the slow rise and fall of the baby's chest.
It was rare that she got moments like this. Moments to feel completely at peace.
Iris was a perfect child.
She was untainted by the chaos and madness of the community beyond the tower. Beyond even the room of the nursery.
Even when the young babe was awake she wasn't the sort of child to demand things incessantly. She was quick to quiet when she knew that food or a change of her nappy was inbound.
She couldn't understand things like that, of course, her brain was far too underdeveloped. But what she did know is that her mother would always provide for her. Always be there for her. No matter what.
Crystal couldn't have asked for any more than that.