Skip to content When the baby was finally born, the air in the room seemed to relax, as if everyone had been holding their breath for too long. The midwife’s nod, the doctor’s calm, the sudden rush of the first cry: together they broke a tension that superstition had only heightened. No one asked which star dominated the sky or whether that date was blessed or cursed. Instead, they drew closer: they counted his fingers, felt the breath on his chest, caressed the softness of his hair. The fear, once so strong, receded, concealed by the quiet, overwhelming reality of his existence.
