A former student of mine just asked me about custom essay when I heard a noise in the other room. My husband and his parents (my in-laws) were gushing at Matthew, our one year-old boy. I can’t help feeling envious and nostalgic.

More than a year ago, my baby boy was in my womb, and I loved every moment of it. The thought that he was mine and only I could sense his movements and his heartbeat made me joyous. I don’t know if there was any custom essay that rationalizes what expectant mothers feel.  

Babies are born eventually, so I felt a bit of regret when the world welcomed Matthew. Several hours
after giving birth, I thought that many people would vie for his attention; babies are cute after all.  

My reminiscing was cut short when my former student asked me about custom essay again. He was patiently waiting for my answer. I smiled and apologized to him. Before answering his question, I consoled myself with the fact that Matthew will be in my arms a few hours from now.