Born! Born!
Listening to the joyful whispers from the delivery room, Anna, anxiously clenching her fists outside the door, couldn't help but relax, leaning against the chair back and exhaling a long breath, a look of relief appearing on her face.
The child of my big brother is finally born...
Although the people from the bureau had come over more than two years ago and repeatedly assured us there would absolutely be no problem, my nephew really took his sweet time, delayed for more than two years without any sign of being born, which truly worried everyone.
Although I haven't seen the child yet, nor heard the baby's cry, judging by the sounds from the delivery room, it should be good news. As for why it's already certain it's a nephew even though he hasn't been born yet...
"Stop spanking, would you?"
Turning his head to look at his own reddened butt, the baby, with a still somewhat crumpled face, furrowed his yet unfinished eyebrows and spoke discontentedly:
