When I was little, my mother used to say that a woman's life usually has 5 important days: the day she was born, when she became a woman, the day of her wedding, the birth of her first child and her last day in this world.

When Raymond arrived, on December 27, 2016, it was the happiest day of my life. The moment my blue eyes met his big brown eyes, I fell in love with him, and when his little hand grabbed my little finger, I promised the gods he would never suffer.

As the time went by, I understood how foolish my promise was.