Max heard loud voice, voice pleading for help, it was also a new sound. In a moment he realized that this voice belonged to him, so he tried to control it. Someone's arms lifted him and lead towards another room. That room was much smaller, darker, with warm cozy bed and soft sheets. Max stayed alone. He tried to move, but his body didn't follow his mind, it was motionless. There were no more strengths to cry for help, so after several minutes of trial and fruitless efforts he fell asleep.
Max woke up in the morning because of a gentle touch and kiss. His mama's kiss. And that was the first day of Max's life, a day a lot of people feel thankful for as they were blessed with this person presence.
P.S. I wrote this narration for our collegue's birthday, he was very much impressed by it :)
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