I couldn't stop crying. The feeling of bringing a new life into my life was something that was hard to describe. Her loud cry didn't make the people in the room suffer at all. Instead, they cheered happily at the first cry of the baby.
The woman who helped me give birth turned out to be the daughter of the chief of the village. She also helped me a lot during my last month of pregnancy. I could only let out a cry. I was too moved to express a single word.
I wished Amadea was with us. The man would be really happy now. He always said that he wanted to be the first person to see our little Snowdrop. And now I could only pray to the Moon Goddess as well as the Sun God so that Amadea could come back to see our little snowdrop. It didn't matter if he was the last person to see our baby, as long as Amadea could know the result of our love.
I felt so tired and at the same time relieved. The old woman, who was always with me, wiped my sweaty forehead.
