Amira made sure to call her doctor first thing in the morning and she was given an urgent appointment.
Her psychiatrist, as to be expected, changed her meds to others that were baby-friendly.
“You should expect some changes, bursts of sadness or happiness, it depends,” she told her, a cordial smile on her face. “But nothing too severe. If anything too violent happens, be sure to drop by with or without an appointment. I wouldn’t want you to relapse.”
“Thank you,” Amira told her, heart tightening.
What if she did relapse and there was no one there for her? Should she go to Dubai? She chased away the fleeting thought as soon as it had sprung to her mind.
No! Hell to the no! She shall not go to Dubai, seeking a family that could barely stand her for the most part. Her mother had yet
