When times come and go

She had resisted with all she had, not wanting to leave her mother and face the dark and scary world as an independent organism. She had tried to stay in the warmth of her mother's stomach to inevitably fail as she was pushed out the birth canal. Laria was so strange as she felt her mother lick her clean and found her way to her mother's stomach where she would begin to feed off the milk. She was Laria Netonya and she would not be tamed. She was, indeed, a rebel at heart with a sense of loyalty and pride at the same time. She looked so innocent.... for now. "Ma...mama" She called out in that soft puppy voice. Laria suckled for food as she soon drifted off into sleep, tired from all that resisting.