Oh God! Elma’s tiny voice fills the room as she cries loudly, her first powerful message to the world. Just moments ago, she arrived—small, warm, and fragile—now already full of feeling and need. Her eyes squeeze shut, her hands curl into soft fists, and her mouth opens wide as if calling out to her mother with every breath. It is not anger or fear that fuels her cry, but hunger, pure and honest, the most natural request a newborn can make.
Her mother leans close, tired yet glowing, trying to calm Elma with gentle words and a loving touch. Elma turns her head instinctively, searching, guided by a deep memory written into her heart. Each cry rises and falls like a wave, growing louder when comfort feels just out of reach. To anyone listening, it sounds heartbreaking—but it is also a miracle. This cry means Elma is strong. This cry means she is alive and asking for care.
Around them, the world seems to pause. Every sound fades except that small, urgent voice. The mother adjusts her hold, whispering promises, and at last brings Elma close. The moment milk touches her lips, the storm begins to quiet. Her cries soften into tiny sighs, her body relaxing as warmth and nourishment reach her.
Tears shine in her mother’s eyes—not from sadness, but from overwhelming love. Just minutes into life, Elma has already taught a powerful lesson: that asking for what we need is not weakness. It is trust. It is hope. Wrapped in her mother’s arms, Elma feeds, rests, and begins her journey, one gentle breath at a time, safe in the comfort she cried so bravely to receive.
