Until she finally noticed my presence and got up from her bed

until she finally noticed my presence and got up from her bed... holding the baby in her hands. Dark circles gathered under her sleepy hazel eyes, and her short brown hair turned messy to every corner... so that her lips moved and smiled with her lined up white teeth. She moved towards the glass slowly and ploddingly, the smile not leaving her face with the mole... so that it became clear to me who the baby that she was holding so tightly was. My heart ached a lot when I saw the little doll that she wrapped and held tight to as if her life depended on it... Do you think that that doll was truly her child?