“Siren Song”

Nala: My little cub wakes at night and calls for me. I reach, or rush, or stumble towards him. As time goes by, and as he moves from my bed to his crib to his room, and as my levels of sleep come and go, I reach or rush or stumble towards his siren song.

It is a siren call he sings: help me mama, come quick! It is a siren song that I cannot resist or stay away from; it draws me towards him. Such is mother nature. I cannot imagine any other way. My little cub calls me and I am there. I am there for him. What else would I do. I am his mother.

–┬áNala xx