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A mixture of tears and joy when a little angel finally opened her eyes.
A hero’s hands were waiting for a gentle touch through the freshly-made human body.
The mellifluous sound of a newly born---her antidotal cry, hiccups, and yawns.
The beats of her heart that brought out unconditional love.
The current from a mother’s fingertips
Crawling around the baby’s face radiating the warmest embrace.
Until they reached tiny hands.
One touch, tiny hands held back.