Wrapped in that cloth bundle, she was carrying the prettiest baby I have ever seen. He was opening his mouth in a weird way that he looked like a fish. A really cute fish. And I have never seen such wide pure eyes, baby’s eyes were even prettier than the old lady’s eyes.

And the baby’s cheeks, they were holding a soft blush that even put my mother’s first rose blossom to shame.

“can Yunnie touch.” Was the first thing I asked.

And both the adults looked at me to my words, while the man was still standing, the lady bended towards me again, kneeling down so that I could touch the baby in her arms.

I remember how carefully I raised my index finger and brought it to his face, without even touching him I was holding my finger up in the air. 

“its ok… touch him.” the lady said, smiling at me and my dumbfounded expression.

But what if I hurt him. I didn’t touch the roses because I was afraid to hurt them. What if I touch the baby and I hurt him.

“baby will get hurt?” I asked the lady who shook her head no and hold my finger with her hand. She was soft. And she directed my finger to the baby’s face, who looked at our hands with his widen eyes. He really looked like a baby owl now.

And the moment my finger touched his face, that smooth rosy cheeks of him, he smiled the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.

That’s when I first fell in love.

And when I fell in love with him, he didn’t even have teeth.