“I think I just met the happiest person in the world!” I thought as the doctor finally handed over the flushed child, wrapped in a blue blanket. Tears dribbled down her chubby cheeks and her bottom lip quivered with effort, but she didn’t make a sound. She instead stared up at the ceiling with big brown eyes and blinked curiously. I had never met a baby who didn’t scream and whine after birth. But this one seemed quiet and content with the life she had been put into. Hopefully, it would stay that way forever and ever. Though she would only have me and I would only have her for eternity, I decided I would make sure she would be happy every step of the way, no matter what. If a newborn could be this wonderful for me, I would try to be just as wonderful to her. “Bea,” I said out loud, not tearing my eyes away from my greatest creation. “Her name is Bea.”