As my parents continue to watch me, I feel a sense of ease, free of worries. When my Mother
gently touches me, it calms me down greatly.
“He doesn’t seem to cry very much. It’s better if he cry a little more, it makes me want to
cuddle him more.”
My Mother caresses my cheek as she said so. Right now, there is still little I can do and so,
being held by my Mother is what I will enjoy.
“My child, you’ll be name Dran. I am your mommy. Now, say hello to Papa.”