Like in most families, the crib was placed in the room with the best sunlight. The summer-born boy babbled by the window, trying hard to express himself as the wind chimes tinkled in the breeze. The woman keeping watch nearby gently lifted him up and covered his forehead with soft, little kisses.
After reading it, I really wanted to say something, but I couldn't. All in all, I was really touched. Thank you so much.