I write that I started to buy something for my niece, who is not born yet.
I would write that the idea that a living being released from the belly makes me incredibly surprised.
But I write that life changes, and in February will never be the same.
I hate the changes that are now intrigued, and almost hopeful. A more beautiful tomorrow with more smiles, more will to live.
Happy New Year.
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