Valerie Mozee
English 4 Daraja
12/16/13


Beloved Blog Post #3

For days she slept, waking and sitting up only for water. Denver tended her watched her sound sleep, listened to her labored breathing and, out of love and a breakneck possessiveness that charged her, hid like a personal blemish Beloved's incontinence.


Like a baby sleeping not wanting to eat just being thirsty for fluids. A mother watching her child happy to be a mother but wondering what's the problem with her eating habits. The overwhelming of sitting being overprotective of a child perhaps being in a dark room just starring at the baby wondering what's going on inside their head. Dreaming of what life would be like for the child as they got older the good times the bad times the happy times the sad times. all of this while still watching the child sleep. Listening to the child's heartbeat wondering what a baby might be thinking themselves even though there so young.

Barricading in the room maybe wanting to know all the baby's secrets and fears if any wishing maybe that the child could speak letting the mom know what there thinking how they feel about there family what they would like to accomplish in life the careers they want to have it's almost like an addiction the mother can't stay away from her child to attached to think about anything else or do anything else. In a quiet room just mom and child sharing a bond together as if no one else matters but them the world is in both of their hands.