I thought I could be strong.
For her. And for me.
Waited patiently with the family and that balloon.
My heart leaped with joy when the nurses arrived saying "she's here!".
I jumped out of my chair with the balloon and pranced to the door.
As if everything was over.
But when I saw her face....
My heart stopped.
My blood stopped flowing.
My arms couldn't move.
I just stood there.
The waves of emotions started taking over.
The tears started to form up.
My voice and my hands started to tremble.
But I held them back.
I thought I was strong.
But when I stood next to her, and when she smiled, everything just exploded.
The tears started to flow uncontrollably.
And in that instant, I knew I wasn't strong.
