I hold the small bundle in my arms, but not too tight, she's so little - delicate. I feel like if I move she will break. The weird scrunched up face, all pink and blotchy. She wriggles, and it baffles me. So small, so minute. She's been inside ma, I've watched her on a screen in black and white and all fuzzy yet here she is now. All life like and real.
Weird, I tell you.
There's a sudden stir of emotion inside of me and I fill with.. what? Can it be pride? Love? This is my baby sister, the (hopefully) next fan of LFC. Well, she fucking better be and she will be if I've got anything to say about it.
I then remember thinking.. God, please save me from what is going to come as I carefully passed her back to my pops.
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