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fifty-nine
Like music to my ears, his heartbeat softly echoed off the walls in perfect harmonies. His eyes were closed, face looking serene as ever while his tiny body floated endlessly in my womb.
"Perfectly healthy, Mrs. Luciano." The doctor said as she pointed with her finger towards the monitor of the ultrasound machine.
My chest puffed, proudly. Bobbing my head in pure satisfaction, I flashed her a warm smile back.
He's beautiful. Gorgeous. In a way that no word in a vocabulary could narrate. By just witnessing his existence through the monitoring screen, the overwhelming love I felt towards him was truly priceless.
"Is everything alright, Mrs. Luciano?"
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