Joy

The room felt very cold. My mom was on the bed, holding something very small. As I walked closer, I could see the outline of a head.
She was so tiny. Her skin looked so soft.
My grandma handed her to me. She was a quiet baby; only her breath was destroying the silence. I held her so tight, making sure she wouldn’t fall off. Her eyes met mine, and it was like she was staring straight into my soul.
I remember looking up and seeing everyone smiling. Especially my mom; it was the first time I saw her smile so wide that all of her teeth were showing. The sun was gone, and the moon came to say hi. It was dark, but candle lights made the room full again. I was still holding her, sitting down on a chair, rooking her back and forward.
I was so happy.