My son I'll never forget when my son was born. He was born at 11:30 p.m after thirteen hours I was in labour. I didn't say that he was the baby more beautiful that I had seen, as he wasn't. He had got a red mark in his forehead and his face was purple. After that, a nurse put him on my chest, the sensation was indescribable. In the evening the nurse would take my son to make a test. Those twenty minutes without my son it was horrible I know that if he wasn't next to me I wouldn't be good. It's been twelve years . Now, when he. go out with his friends I have the same feeling that this day. I suppose that it'll never disappear.