At 3 a.m., Mari hurriedly climbed the stairs of the manor, her heart racing to the sound of the baby’s incessant crying. Hired to take care of the house, she knew nothing about children. When she pushed open the bedroom door, she froze. 😱
A carved crib stood in the corner. A newborn, cheeks red from tears, twisted in its cries. The man sitting in the shadows, back to the crib, didn’t react. His large headphones covered his ears, and he was absorbed by his computer. The baby cried desperately, but he didn’t seem to care.
Mari approached and lifted the child. It was soaked, the diaper heavy and cold. Next to the crib, a bottle of sour milk. The man finally noticed her, abruptly removing his headphones. His eyes were red, exhausted. He seemed lost.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice broken.
“I heard it crying,” Mari replied calmly. “It needs to be changed and fed. When did it last eat?”
He didn’t answer, avoiding her gaze. Mari focused on the child. After changing it, she carried it to the kitchen and gave it a bottle. The baby quickly calmed down, and Mari’s tears mixed with its own.
When the man entered the kitchen, he murmured, “I can’t look at him without seeing… her.”
“Can you stay?” he pleaded. 😱
Mari hesitated, then answered, “I’ll stay tonight.” She didn’t know that this decision would change everything. 😱
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Mari sat next to the man, gently rocking the baby in her arms. The atmosphere was tense, heavy with a sadness she didn’t fully understand but could feel weighing in the air. The man, still in the shadows, collapsed into a chair, his hands trembling.
“It’s hard…” he said finally, his voice broken. “Since she’s been gone… I… I don’t know what to do with him.”
Mari looked down at the sleeping infant, its lips forming a small, peaceful smile after nursing. The man, with a lost gaze, murmured almost to himself, “She would’ve wanted him to grow up in love.”
Mari didn’t know if she should ask questions or simply listen. She turned to him, her eyes full of compassion. “Why not ask for help? It’s never too late…”
He stood up abruptly, his face marred with pain. “You don’t understand. She was everything to him… and now… all I have left… is just a memory.” He approached the crib, his trembling hand brushing the baby’s blanket.
Mari stood up too, walked over to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. “He needs you now more than ever. You’re not alone.”
The man stood still, absorbing her words like a lifeline. In the silence that followed, Mari felt a weight lift from the room, as if a new reality was beginning to take shape. She knew that her decision to stay tonight had opened a door that she could never close again.
