There he lay, helpless, lifeless. As the hours of labor passed and the calm settled in, she slept and rested, not knowing the storm that was about to befall them. For now, the infant slept peacefully, it will soon forget what that felt like to sleep carelessly, to feel the warmth of a loving environment, yet, that first nap made the bond between mother and son as unbreakable as infinity itself. The morning sun was very gentle to the land, as the roosters sang their alerts, awaking the peasants to work the land in San Miguel.
A Few days later…
In the outskirts there walked a man, slowly regaining control and composure of himself, John was a man renowned for his hard work and dedication, however, his drinking always preceded him. As the torments that seemed to have gone away from his mind seemed to sneak up on him once more, why was he here? Why did he ever see in Ana? Why has he failed to gain any ground on anything he has done? Why could he not do anything that worked? As he went about hating his life, his stomach reminded him why he hasn’t died until now, and on that note, he was off to his home, home, he thought, “if it can be called a home” with a depressing sigh, he walked towards the small house in San Miguel.
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