I was surprised. I had never seen a baby cry like that before. I thought he had gas, so I lifted him onto my shoulder and patted him gently.
The crying got louder. I felt something was wrong, that it wasn’t just an unpleasant feeling. My grandfatherly instincts told me to take a closer look.
I laid her down on the bed and carefully lifted her clothes to look at her diaper. At that moment, my heart stopped. There, under the material, I saw something I had never imagined. My hands began to shake; a mixture of surprise, fear, and anxiety flooded through me. The baby was crying nonstop, and I tried to stay calm so as not to make things worse.
“Oh, my God…” I whispered, unable to process what I saw.
I didn’t know how much time had passed, but her crying snapped me out of my shock. I acted almost without thinking: I wrapped the baby in a blanket, picked her up as gently as possible, and ran out into the street. Before I knew it, I had hailed a taxi to the nearest hospital.
As I listened to her desperate screams, I realized that what I was seeing was not only strange… but also potentially dangerous. And it could only get worse.
The night turned into a nightmare.
The taxi drove quickly on Castellana, but to me each traffic light seemed like an eternity. I tried to calm the baby, caressing her forehead and whispering soothing words to her, but her scream remained a heartbreaking scream that tore at my soul. When the driver heard it, he accelerated, even though I hadn’t asked him to.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be there soon,” he said, looking in the rearview mirror.
To see the full cooking times, turn to the next page or click the Open (>) button and don’t forget to SHARE with your Facebook friends.
For complete cooking times, go to the next page or click the Open button (>), and don’t forget to SHARE with your Facebook friends.
