I’m Sick of This Smart-arse Girl! Part III
"Tomorrow, you will be able to take the child home. Are you happy?"
“I'm most delighted.” Khing grinned. She looked affectionately at the sleeping baby in his bed.
“Have you and your husband consulted on how to name this little one? Now in the ward, we all call the little ones Junior because when he came out; he was so tiny,” said the nurse, laughing. She looked at the child who was about to return to his home the next day with dismay. After taking care of the babies for many days, she could not help but fall in love with them. She was like this every time the patient brought a child home. No one knew if they would see each other again. In the future, if children grew up and walked past her, none would have recognized that she was the one who supported them most of the time in the incubator. Or she should have her own baby... The female nurse thought to herself.