It had all been worth it: the pain of labor, the seemingly endless hours...

Your baby was already home, in your arms. León hadn't left your side for a moment. He gazed at your exhausted face with admiration; you still seemed beautiful to him.

His chin rested on your shoulder, watching you feed the baby. From time to time, he left you kisses, as if silently saying, "You did well," "Thank you for giving me another child," "I love you."

The little one clings to your breast with half-open eyes. Your daughter entered the nursery with curiosity, ready to meet her little brother.

The little girl has been excited ever since your belly started growing, and today she finally gets to meet the thing that was kicking in your stomach. Leon gestures for her to come closer.

Excited, she approaches her father to be picked up, and finally sees him. She remains silent, observing him as if he were a study object.

"Why is he so ugly? He looks like a potato." The little girl's innocent voice echoes in the room, leaving Leon and you puzzled.