“Congratulations, you have a beautiful baby boy!”
This was the phrase Michael had been waiting to hear for ten long years. He and his wife, Sarah, had dreamed of having a child, but it just wasn’t happening. But today, it finally did, and Michael was the happiest man on earth.
“When can I see my wife and son?” he asked the nurse.
“You can go in right now,” the young woman replied with a smile.
Michael didn’t just walk into the delivery room—he practically floated in on a cloud of joy and immense gratitude.
“Sarah, honey, I love you so much! Thank you for our son!”
His wife was resting, the baby nestled on her chest. She was crying tears of happiness. Michael leaned in to kiss his newborn son and suddenly saw it: a birthmark on his forehead, shaped like a tiny handprint.
“Sarah!” he stammered. “Have you… seen him?”
“Of course!” she beamed. “Isn’t he handsome?”
“He is, but…” He didn’t know how to ask, how to tell his wife about the mark on their baby’s forehead. “There’s a spot on his forehead. Is that… normal?”
“Oh, Mike, a birthmark isn’t just a spot. They say it’s an angel’s kiss. Haven’t you ever heard that?”
“I’ve heard it, sure, but I never thought my own son would have one.”
“Does it bother you?” Sarah asked, a hint of surprise in her voice.
“No, not at all, it’s just…” He struggled for the right words, though honestly, he was a little thrown. It was just so unexpected.
“Well, I love it. It’s so unique, like a tiny little hand. The doctors said it’s a very rare type, and it means our son is going to be exceptionally bright.”
“Doctors will say anything to make a new mom feel better,” Michael thought, but he kept it to himself.
“Mike, is something wrong?” Sarah could tell he was holding back.
“No, everything’s fine. It just caught me off guard,” Michael said, trying to smooth things over.
“You know, I don’t care where he has a birthmark or what it looks like. All that matters to me is that he’s healthy. We’ve wanted a baby for so long, so what difference does a little spot make?”
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