Cries, that's what I heard. Her cries, her painful screams. I held her hand, and wiped the flowing tears, each weighing on my heart. Again more sounds of pain. Immense pain that she was going through. It was all too much to handle and yet I kept my emotions in control. But when the screams subsided and the wailing started, even I can't stop my tears............. that's how I met you for the first time. Tiny you were staring at me with those brown eyes of yours just like your mother's. You are the last and most precious gift that she gave to me, my son.
