They say the birth of a child is precious not only for the mother but also for the child.
After 9 long months in their mother's warm, dark womb, the doctor finally cuts the cord, the baby lets out their first cry, and it is allowed light for the first time.
According to the few who remember, they call it the curtain drawing. Like how a curtain lets light into a dark room, the once normal abyss that made up your world gradually fades as the world's light slowly engulfs your view.
It was too for me.
For some reason, I remember this moment vividly. I remember the moment the light blanched my eyes open as my mother embraced me.
That was the last time my mother hugged me.