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Lucy's point of view
I lay on the bed, heart pounding, desperately trying to figure out what was happening with my baby. Panic seized me, and I couldn't help but scream, "What's going on with my baby? Why isn't he crying?" Old Rita, cradling my newborn, wore a concerned expression.
She attempted to rouse a cry by pinching him, but silence persisted. With a sense of urgency, she gently flipped him over and delivered a few taps on his back, yet the silence remained unbroken.
Desperation enveloped me, and I found myself pleading, "Do something! Make him open his eyes!" The idea of losing my baby was unbearable, and my mind swirled with worries and guilt, wondering if this was some form of punishment for leaving my grandma behind.
In my distress, I turned to prayer, be
