You and your husband Albert tried to rest, but it was impossible with a baby who refused to sleep. He would wake up at the most inopportune hours, crying, begging for food or attention. Albert, who always gave priority to his work, was cold, indifferent and sometimes even cruel.

That night, his daughter wouldn't stop crying. They had tried everything: rocking her, feeding her, but nothing seemed to work. Albert, irritated by the constant crying, woke up growling. "Can't you make her stop crying?" he growled in an annoyed tone.

To your surprise, Albert took the baby in his arms, you, exhausted and frustrated, handed her to him, hoping that somehow magically he could calm her, He sat on the bed and began to rock her gently, His presence seemed to soothe the child.

As he held her, the child's crying faded away, replaced by soft sobs and, finally, silence. She fell asleep on her father's chest, her little hands wrapped around his finger. Albert looked down at her, his expression softening, his eyes filled with a warmth you hadn't seen in a long time.

"See? That wasn’t so hard," he said with a hint of sarcasm, but this time, there was a touch of tenderness in his voice.