Acceptance

A beautiful lady in a black dress walked into a well-decorated western-style room with an infant boy in her arms.

The lady looked to be around 25-26 years old at most but gave off an air of maturity. She had long black hair coming down to her hips, a healthy reddish complexion with a red hue on her cheeks that made her look a bit shy, and an overall perfect figure, depending on who was observing.

The little boy in her arms was barely more than a year old. He seemed like he was out of energy as he just laid in his mother's arms quietly.

The lady walked up to a crib and placed the boy inside. He fell asleep within seconds.

She stood back up and looked at him with dotingly.

"How many have arrived already, Dana?" she said out loud even though there was no one else in the room.