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The expectant mother danced with her cute little daughter in a carefree manner on a less busy street in a sunny afternoon.

They probably were returning home from somewhere and both danced to the sweet melody playing from afar.

On the woman’s head rested a wrapper

Awhich she used to secure her little one on her back whenever her little feet failed.

She saw us watching her moves and laughed so hard that she nearly fell – I guess we caught her doing her secret thing. Probably a little stage shy.

We laughed with her to encourage her happiness. She danced again, self- consciously and stood for a shot.

I would never like to take photos if I were in her state but she abandoned herself to the lens of my eager camera, smiling all the way.

Surprisingly, she didn’t wear a tired look. Just one very happy heavy mother. The joy on her face as she cheered them on was deep and genuine like someone without a single care in the world.

Three other mothers stood with their kids watching the pleasing rare movie. Their faces illumined by such joyous display – unusually from someone like her.

I moved closer and said to her with a mouthful of smiles, and a heartful of adoration, “You both look so cute! Good to see you heavy, dancing and joyous. It’s rare.”

“Thanks. Don’t mind me! She’s tired of walking a and I’m trying distraction to make her forget backing,” she said looking at her calm child.

“Do you feel okay backing her at this stage?” I asked, curious.

“She’s not heavy at all – as light as paper,” she replied.

“Good to see you this joyous in your state,” I said again trying to drive the message to her heart.

“I don’t always feel this way. Every day of the week has its attitude for display. Some days, I feel very alright, some days, I feel mad for no reason.” She giggled, “But I try hard not to let the irritations stand in the way. Naturally, I’m a cheerful person, I thank God for that.” She said and took another dance step.

“I understand the feeling quite well.” I said. “During my own time, I was so irritated😡 sometimes that I kicked and punched👊 ‘innocent’ things on my way, yelled and cursed unnecessarily.” I said, demonstrating the verbs, and she laughed so hard that I became afraid there could be an emergency.

“It has been six years but I still apologise to my family, friends, pets, furniture, utensils and those I can’t remember for giving them tough times, ” I said and she laughed again holding her lower abdomen. I looked at her concerned and she said she was okay. Laughing was her favourite thing.

“That’s just by the way. You’re different, really. I’ve seen very few of you, so happy.” I said.

“I know, thanks🙂😎.” she smiled and acted cool.

“You’re welcome. Take care of you all.”

“Thanks. Bye. Have a nice evening,” she said in a lovely way and I searched my memory for that statement from someone else in such condition wearing a heartfelt smile, I found none, not even from me.

“You too dear,” I said and turned to face my co-adorers but by intuition looked back at her cutie. It would be unfair for her to go unnoticed

“Hey, sweet,” I said, and her little girl gave me a sweet smile that touched my heart that I was forced to stoop down to her level. I held her hand briefly and, released it to look at her closely. She smiled again and raised her five little digits, said in what sounded like a jargon…” tye.”

“They’re so cute,” I whispered to myself as we all began to walk away in different directions.


If you have ever been with a pregnant woman, you’ll probably understand.