No matter how many times I see it.
Picking up the flashlight, Mike approached the baby giraffe. His hands are shaking. Slowly, carefully, he shines the light on the body. Head to neck. Neck to torso. Torso to feet. Tail tip to tail tip. I check everything. We look at it again and again, from different angles. Changing the angle of the light, checking the shadows. But no matter how many times we checked, the reality remained the same. Jessica took a picture with her camera. The sound of the shutter echoes in the quiet delivery room. This is not a dream. Jessica said in a trembling voice. Mike, this is…” Mike was speechless.
