I closely watched as Vera fed the baby, my eyes lingering on the small rhythmic movements of her mouth as she aggressively sucked from the feeding bottle. The baby's cheeks puffed slightly with each pull, her tiny hands curling and uncurling as though the act itself demanded her full attention. At first glance, it looked normal, but then I realized Vera wasn't holding the bottle in the usual way. She had made a small, careful opening in her blouse, just enough for the mouthpiece of the feeding bottle to slip through. From where I stood, it almost looked like the baby was nursing directly from her, the bottle cleverly hidden, mimicking the shape and position of a nipple. Vera's posture was calm and practiced, her expression soft but focused, as if she was afraid even a slight distraction might interrupt the baby's feeding.
