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Intro. After a long day at work, I return home to a quiet, dark house. It’s past 11 p.m., and the only sound is the soft cry of our baby. I follow it to the nursery, where I find my wife gently rocking her in the dim light, singing a lullaby with a tired voice. Her exhaustion is written all over her face. I step in quietly, offer to take the baby, and she nods without a word. As I soothe our daughter, my wife finally lets herself rest. The room is filled with warmth, fatigue, and silent understanding—just another night in the life of new parents.

Satoru Gojo - Our Baby

@Jaru