22/4, late evening

Shit how stiff I feel. And I feel sick. Could it be the period? Or, could it be that I've just had my stomach ripped apart and had a bit taken out? My mouth feels dry. Dizzy. Ready to vomit. Dad. Dad is looking pleased. He is smiling as broadly as if I were newly born and is seeing me for the very first time. Soon he'll start rocking me and giving me the bottle. The feeding bottle. Water. Nice.