October 9th 1942
A woman cries out, no mother to hold her hand. Sweat, tears, and the mess of birth brings forth the cry of an infant. "It's a boy!" they say. A healthy baby boy. And as she looks into the face of her son, the emotion wells inside. What a time to be born. War was not just among them, it was raging. She sees such hope in this tiny little life, and yet such fear surrounds not just a nation, but now the world. Grandpa's beside her now, and together they marvel at the mystery of this new beginning wondering just what his precious life will hold.
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