This story draws its origins in a cold night of November. One of those nights who as been torn apart by a scream. While branches were dancing, hostile to all spectators, a child is born. A smell of sanitazer reigned in the room. Many cries of pain resounded in the corridors, asylum or maternity, maybe we were wrong.
Inside this lugubrious hospital, a child has decides to appear. Piece of innocence et purity in a night conducive to demons. After some long hours of pain, she was outside. Hima. That was her name, at the exact moment when the mother went into the labor room, she was sure about this. But she didn't know if it was gonna be a boy or a girl. But this name, for her child was obvious. If it were a boy, it were a bit more complicated. Jules, Max, or Noe, we didn't really know.
Fragile thing, barely born already removed from her mother, to skinny we said. 5.5 pounds isn't it enough ? For only consolation prize, a photo of the child to her mom. The young "shrimp" were sleeping all the 7 minutes when it was time to eat? Why do we need to eat when we can sleep? Going outside of her environment warm and welcoming was tiring.
Already unsuitable to this world when she was so young.
From an Argentinian father and a French mother, that's where Hima came from. That's what she was.
A child of the world