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I will always remember that quiet Saturday afternoon in Madrid, the kind of day when nothing unusual seems possible. My son and daughter-in-law had asked if I could watch their two-month-old while they ran a few errands. I said yes immediately. Becoming a grandfather had awakened a part of me I didn’t even realize had been sleeping for years, and any chance to hold that little boy felt like a gift.
They arrived with the baby bundled in a soft blue blanket, fast asleep in his stroller. After a few quick instructions and a warm goodbye, the door closed behind them. Suddenly the apartment felt peaceful, still, full of the tiny sounds only a newborn can make.
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