A mother's pride
A mother's pride By Gerlie M. Uy I carried you four for a hundred and ten days. when I finally dropped you on earth, I chose a secluded den, a cave it was. The rest of us should not see you; (In the past, your brothers were born in a thicket, or a reed-bed). I will stay with you all for a while, while you are still helpless because you are all born blind and will see only after a week. You are all born tiny at a little more than a kilo, thus, you are almost helpless, especially when you try to crawl on your own. But only less than a moon past, you can walk on your own, albeit slow. Then, I will move you from den to den, lifting you by the nape of your neck in order to escape the predators who can trace you through the build up of your scent. After about two moons, you will all be ready to see the rest of us. You are all my pride; welcome to our pride. By Gerlie M. Uy Copyrigh...