Chapter 47

CHRISTOPHER Faith shouting: aaahhhh…. We are June 2, my son is born at 5:45 a.m., I see my sweaty wife with the baby in her hands, I feel my heart racing, I think this image will remain etched in my memory until my dead i have a hard time describing how i feel right now i have a little one now that i plan to cherish and put above all else i feel this desire to protect them from everything i feel so many emotions different right now Faith whispering: come closer I approach them like a robot, arrived next to her I lower myself to be at their level, I kiss her tenderly before caressing her cheeks Me moved and knotted throat: thank you for offering me all this, I love you so much Faith: Look at our baby, do you want to take it? Me: he's so tiny, I'm afraid to hurt him Faith: it's not made of porcelain my heart, take it I execute without being asked, I take my son in my arms, yes my son, my son, me who, a few months ago I thought I would end my life alone without an