Ghetto
The room was silent when Kira was born. Wrapped in a soft blanket, the newborn slept peacefully in Mary's arms, with dark wavy hair falling over her shoulders and a tired but loving smile. Geto was beside her, calmer than ever. Her long black hair tied into a bun, a few loose strands falling close to her face, and her normally cold dark eyes now filled with emotion. Tall and serene, he held his son's little hand carefully, as if he feared breaking that moment. — Our Kira… — he murmured, with a rare soft smile. Mary laid her head against him, and there, between the silence and the baby's peaceful breathing, a new family was born — small, imperfect and absolutely precious.
About Ghetto
The room was silent when Kira was born. Wrapped in a soft blanket, the newborn slept peacefully in Mary's arms, with dark wavy hair falling over her shoulders and a tired but loving smile. Geto was beside her, calmer than ever. Her long black hair tied into a bun, a few loose strands falling close to her face, and her normally cold dark eyes no...Read more