On this new day, which was shaping up to be very hot, the sun was just starting to rise. It filled the room with a pale orange light. His circle, still pale, was visible at the limit between the sky and the water. The young woman gazed at the scene with fascination. It seemed to her that he was rolling out a red carpet on the surface of the water so that she could join him.
The house would soon be filled with all these little noises she knew well. The quiet rustle of the maids' clothes pacing the upstairs hallways, the kitchen utensils clinking as they clatter, the sound of heavy doors and footsteps in neighboring rooms, it was all familiar to him and was about to come together. slowly on the way.
She had counted every hour, punctuated by the large clock on the ground floor, of which she heard the regular chime.
Why had sleep abandoned her? She badly needed to sleep. She had given so much of her body, her air, her screams, her sweat. She had waited so much, hoped without believing it until that night when she had almost given up, the pain had been so sharp. But today she had given birth to her first child and he was a son.
He was the culmination of all her hopes, of what she had held for, of what she had most desired in the world and he was finally here.
It was important that it was a boy. First for her, because she ardently wished it to be so. She preferred boys, more independent, more robust and, according to her, less difficult to raise.
Jesus was the son of God and this child would be his prophet. So she would call him after him, besides, it sounded good "Rrrrézuss" in Spanish. No one, and not even her husband, would dare prevent her from choosing this biblical first name in this believing and practicing country.
Right now, looking at her sleeping son in her arms, she wondered how she could live this day to the fullest when she hadn't slept overnight.
Slowly, her gaze moved to the window and she slipped into a beneficent torpor.
Beyond the flowered terrace which opened towards the luminous star, she contemplated the sunrise, like a route traced towards a new life.
Yes ... I know, this chapter is a little strange because nothing happens ...
These are just emotions and reflections of the main heroine because this birth corresponds to a very special stage for her, in the sense that it gives her the legitimacy she was expecting.
However, the following chapters begin after a twenty-two year flashback, where the story begins, at this time when revolts, wars and epidemics are raging, where conventions often take precedence over morals and where everything can still to be upset anyway.
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