Einar who was looking at the stars at night could only smile as he remembered the Christmas he had spent with Margaret in Dublin.
"The snow is exquisite, it's a shame we can only stay two more days."
Max smiled and caressed Margaret's cheek. "We can always come back in the future, plus I'm sure that next year our daughter is born. Things will be much more fun."
Margaret laughed as she covered her mouth. "It's a shame that our daughter has to be born far from my ancestral home, but I think Mexico is much more comfortable.
By the way, have you already thought of our daughter's name? "
"Erika, I really like that name."
Einar stopped remembering the past when Dreide's hand touched his shoulder. "What are you thinking about, Einar?"
"I only remembered a little of my past, but I think it is not worth talking about it because it was something that happened a long time ago.
