Emir's Point of View
The time seems so slow, as I watched every person passing in front of me and so I stand up and pace back and forth with my hand on both sides of my cotton jogger pants' pocket, while also swearing to myself not to get my beloved wife pregnant again in the future. Until finally, Doctor Ruiz came out and invited me to an empty room.
"What is it, doctor? How are my wife and baby?" I inquired, feeling uneasy as I rubbed my hands together to stop them from shaking.
"The baby is fine and healthy." He informed me.
"Thank goodness!" I exclaimed.
"Can I see them already? I want to see them, my wife." I even added excitedly.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Villafranco." She whispered, looking down.
"What? Why are you apologizing? What do you mean?" I asked confused, more like denial
