Breastmilk for Breakfast

Breakfast was laid out on the table, and it all smelled amazing. It belonged to La Familia Madrigal.

Well, all except one of them.

While the adults, the grandkids, and the abuela who ruled them all helped themselves to arepas and fruit salad and all the coffee in the world, Julieta kindly abstained from her plate. She usually made sure her babies were fed before she reaped the fruits of the morning's labor.

Mirabel was curled up in Julieta's lap. Julieta's shirt was tugged up, on of her nursing bra cups exposing a dark nipple blocked by Mirabel's suckingling lips. Her mother had a hand patting her diapered bottom as she gently rocked back and forth.