The room was quiet, filled only with careful breaths and steady hands. Wrapped in soft towels, a tiny life lay waiting—so small, so fragile, yet already so strong. Everyone leaned in, hearts held still, hoping.
Then it happened.
A soft sound at first… then a cry.
Not loud, not perfect—but powerful enough to fill the room with light.
That first cry carried everything: fear turning into relief, worry melting into joy, and love being born in the same second as life. Smiles appeared, eyes softened, and for a moment, time paused.
Because sometimes, the smallest cry can remind us of the biggest miracle:
life always finds its way. 💗
