We've been in the hospital for three days. Mommy should stay here for the time being, according to the doctor. My cousins left the next day after Mom gave birth, and they wouldn't return until the next Saturday, since that all the day that it's not hectic.
I stroke Tristan's soft, delicate hand. I was afraid to hold him because he is so small. I just let myself be content with watching and holding him close. Mommy is still sleeping while Tristan is beside her arms, and dad has also fallen asleep because he doesn't get enough sleep because he is the one who is taking care of Mommy and our baby especially at dawn, where Trista would cry at that certain hour.
"Raf..." I said in reverent whispers.
I smiled as I noticed him moving as if he heard me call his name.
Our beautiful angel.
"T
