Here I am, looking at her looking at me. We both feel equally lost and fairly new to each other still. She's crying and sometimes I'm crying too. I would look at her, face sticky from tears and out of the blue, she would suddenly break into a smile.

And I smile back.

Laughing and crying at how entertaining this whole thing must be to her.

Motherhood was meant to be easier the second time round but I forget how life throws you untimely lemons in the form of babies with character.

I love every bit of this girl I acknowledged to be my daughter but again, why is this so hard? We will eventually be acquainted, one day.