Amma held her child in her arms, beaming down. He was so handsome, and she knew he would be strong, in that mysterious way that mothers can almost tell the future. Her husband, Tarak, looked down, as well.
"He's got your eyes," he said.
"He's got your nose," she answered.
They continued staring for a little while, simply admiring their first child, their son.
"Auron," she said.
