1960, 11:00 o'clock at night
In a room, my mother tried to make me come into the world.
Unfortunately, I did not want to go outside. He did not even have the intention to belong to this world.
Here inside her belly it was warm and I did not feel lonely.
But there was little he could do.
And with a heartrending scream, my mother forcibly removed me from her warmth. Sealing my destiny to live in this world.
I cried and shouted for the cold, as they touched me strange things, fear invaded my soul.
'I do not want; I did not ask for this.' But what can I do?
Nothing
As it was, without being able to do anything, my interior was empty, in my heart I did not harbor the emotion of joy, on the other hand the 'terror' was present.
Feeling like they moved me from one side to the other, different arms every minute. But with the same cold and dry touch.
When my baby conscience was about to panic towards my unknown presence. I was carried into my mother's arms, and there was no heat.
The lesser conscience resisted my howl of impostor impostor impostor. Echoing and hurting the little mind.
My screams increased, more and more ...
help, help, help, help.
My moans shouted echoing.
The small consciousness of the newborn was about to break completely. It seemed that the only company was going to be destroyed.
So-
(Grasp)
Silence.
There was no crying, no screaming, everything seemed to light up. With just that touch.
The despair, the anguish, disappeared. Fear was still present, but that touch sowed the seed of love and what the strange presence did not believe possible ...
Hope
'Oh,' she murmured, looking at the small, soft hand, pink from the cool outside contact.
Like mine.
She remembers that her mother's womb was warm and that she did not feel lonely.
'Then you are'
Just when I'm going to collapse, you ...
'You are my hope.'
'And it's very ironic that you are'
The presence smiles before becoming little by little dust.
The sand grains fly to fill the small cracks, sealing them.
Become one? No way.
But the little mind will carry the will.
"Thanks, and I promise to protect you. "
A white light is the last thing she sees.
Gently placing the little baby on his chest. Bringing all the warmth of a mother to her daughter.
Looking at her husband, her eyes shone brightly when she saw him smile and the joy of being a father.
Fixing his gaze to the doctor, he named his little girl.
"My little severina" murmurs to the already calm baby.
"Severina Eileen Snape" dictated the father.
"Welcome to the world, little Seph," commented the nurse, taking the family photograph.