Our little spring sun
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Once upon a wee spring morning I had an arrival of my new daughter. It happened on 18th of March at 1:10 AM in a clean, beige coloured room of the Maternity Hospital of Riga with a help of a very kind, but very tired, blue-eyed midwife, with a help of my cooperative husband who understood either everything or everything wrong, but always from a half of a sound from me. She born crying and starving, she born with a velvet skin. And we called her Margaret. She was one little spring child of a 4 400 kg and 55 cm, one little spring sun that my husband and I presented to each other.