was only sixteen years old but he already knew. She knew that it was not at all easy. It would be spun smoothly, or as she would have wanted. He knew that there were difficult moments. However he could not watch the eyes of her baby without a thrill of joy. Moreover, as a mother looks at her newborn baby and thinks of his end? It would be against the very nature of a mother being a mother in the shadow of death. But she was different. She was a girl like the others, yet it was different. Why the thought of death she would never have been removed, until the end.
course, he did not know the details. She was spared because it was so awful and too hard to bear, even for her: that the straw of the barn one day be transformed into sharp thorns, the boards of the cot mutassero into the arms of a cross, that his own tears of joy drastic change in taste, that the songs of joy that come from afar now hear cries of would become offended that the gifts received at the end to become the gift of death. This would not have known, if not the end.
But his joy was perfect and his pain was perfect. Just as in childbirth. Perfect because that pain that joy may be complete. All women know that. But she knew at first, because he knew the price of sacrifice and reward. The sacrifice and the reward. The award was already there waiting for you in his arms. Did not have to wait until the end to enjoy the prize. That prize was promised the child himself, this was certain.
's what he thought as he watched her son, born when least expected, on the site less suitable, on a night when all were well at home, in the heat of a house, in the embrace of his family. While watching that child, the joy was full, perfect in itself.
knew the prize, he knew the pain. Yet there had been no escape, when she was asked if he would, if he wished, if he was willing, if he was ready. She did not feel ready or not ready, but we wanted to. Although only a girl of sixteen, and how if he so wished. What was sought was the fulfillment of that desire he felt, day by day. A desire that knew no good, not included but nothing could fill it. Only then, when he said yes, he felt that that desire could be satisfied. That's why it was released. He responded with force, without thinking too much. What do you think there was ever faced with a desire to be paid?
All this passed through my mind as the one by one the men were entering unknown in silence. They looked at her baby and then she, with her partner next to that loved her dearly. Looked at how you look at a woman who just gave birth to a son, with gratitude.
As long as that child did not ask for milk, as only newborn babies can do, without a word, first with a groan and then an insistent cry. The mothers include that language. So she did what all mothers do, and fed him. The little finger of one took her hand and pressed it between his tiny fingers. while he ate.
"Do not forsake you," he whispered while nursing. It seemed for a moment that the little stronger stringesse his finger with his hand.
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