It was three o’clock at night. In the normal temperature of the room of the private ward in Lu Hospital, Mona Daly was sleeping soundly on the white giant bed. A little newborn boy was sleeping beside her wrapped in a white warm sheet. San Lu was standing near the bed while looking at both of them with his sparkling eyes. When he heard from the doctors that the mother and the child were safe, tears welled up from the corners of his eyes. His heart started beating rapidly when he held the newborn child. He feared to kiss that delicate forehead of his son whose skin was softer and red. For the first time in his life, his arms were trembling when he was going to hold his son in his arms. For the first time, he felt that his heart was heavy as he could not know that he was happy or sad because
