The pregnancy went on slower than hoped. Weeks flowed away, but we felt each and every day on our shoulders.
Expectations and hope were keeping us company.
Most of the burden was on my wife, but I still was worried and excited all the time.
On one side, I couldn't wait to see our child. On the other hand, I was afraid of the day of childbirth.
Women suffer a lot, then, and they sometimes die, like my mother.
However, our little prince arrived on a cold, windy day. Clouds prevented the sunlight from reaching us, so we had to light candles in every corner.
I wasn't allowed in the room. The midwife stopped me and locked the door.
«Her majesty needs comfort and security,» she said before slamming the wood.
I stood out there, listening to the screams and noise in the room. It took hours until the end.
