Hey you. This is part two of that story I started. (Oh why did I do this to myself?)
The midwife yelled at Rose again, “Push like you mean it! Ya mwisho!” But Rose did not feel like pushing anymore. She was tired. Exhausted. And sweaty!
Howdy? I wasn’t here last week. I gave the keys to a girl called Bellah, I hope you gave her a nice welcome. Everyone deserves a nice welcome, no?