🎨 Hello, dear artists!
I expected magic. Trumpets. Maybe a beam of light. But when I saw the newborn—red, wrinkled, squinting like an old man—I froze.
“Isn’t he beautiful?” they whispered. I nodded, unsure if I was holding a miracle or a tiny, angry raisin.
He made a noise somewhere between a hiccup and a protest. Then he sneezed. I sneezed back. Connection? Maybe.
He looked at me—well, near me—and for a second, everything stopped.
No trumpets, no light. Just this strange, perfect little creature. Unimpressed with the world… and somehow, already the center of it.
Ready? It’s a moment just for you. Enjoy it! 🖼️​🖌️
