“He is still very small” she reminded him.

“It doesn't matter. I want him to feel me, to know that I am his father”

“Don't worry, I think you'll have the rest of your days to let him know, which I don't.” He blew out loudly.

“Is there something you don't tell me?” He looked for her answer in her eyes, even though she wouldn't let him know. So it would be difficult to guess.

“No, I'm not hiding anything” she was lying. Rashid did not know it at the time.

So he left one or the other caress, before falling asleep next to her, oblivious to all the contradiction that surrounded her, that fervent and growing love that the girl felt for the baby. He didn't imagine how difficult it was being not to experience so many beautiful things in an unforgettable stage like that, much more since it was her first time.

She was the last to fall asleep and while she didn't because it was impossible to surrender to unconsciousness with a tidal wave of things on her mind, she clung to the idea of seeing it