Marie was in her eighth month of pregnancy, and her belly had grown enormous, much larger than that of other pregnant women she knew. She drew stares wherever she went. Some even wondered if she was expecting triplets or more. But no, she was carrying just one child, a healthy baby boy.

Still, she carried her belly with pride. She loved the feeling of life growing inside her, despite the weight that forced her to walk slowly and sit down often. She smiled whenever she felt her baby move, as if he was already trying to talk to her.

She knew her belly was impressive, but to her, it was a sign of a miracle in the making, of a life preparing to bloom. And even though every movement was an effort, she told herself it was all worth it. Soon, she would hold her little miracle in her arms, and all of this would be just a sweet memory.

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