TeardropMature

She named the baby Teardrop. She named the baby for the way that her own anguish  flooded her eyes as she heard

The first wimpers of life from her child.

She named the baby for the pain, and the blood, and the harsh reality of the afterbirth. And then

She named the baby for the rage of her husband, the broken windows and battered doors, and the hunger she felt, the fear, and the desperate need to sleep.

She named the baby for the long nights of submission, the turmoil of denied love, and the mistake that this baby had been. She had never wanted

To have a child, more for the child's sake than her own, for who would want to hand a helpless baby over to the hell that she subjected to?

She named the baby for what is was.

She named the baby Teardrop.

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