11-07-2017, 04:53 AM
Mitsuo looked up at his father, a smile stuck on his face just seeing the way the man looked at the newborn in his arms. He shifted with Gil, holding the baby in shaking arms. She was small, much smaller than her brothers. But she was perfectly formed, having grown secretly and waited for the perfect moment to meet the world.
His father cradled the newborn so gently, afraid she might break. It had been so long since he held a newborn, not since Mitsuo was born. And this was like reliving the moment, all the joy and excitement that came with it.
His father cradled the newborn so gently, afraid she might break. It had been so long since he held a newborn, not since Mitsuo was born. And this was like reliving the moment, all the joy and excitement that came with it.