tiny fingers clasped ever so gently around mothers finger and suddenly, everyone wants to be in that position. the idle chatter subsides to almost-silence and all eyes are on the tiny new life wriggling slightly, pointing at things it can not yet see clearly, drinking in sound, giggling at nothingness.

in an instant, uncle fred's rambling about his latest project, as stupid as it might be, becomes surprisingly less interesting. the neighbour's cat tearing up garbage bags ceases to matter, and everyone is captivated by this little creature, this teency leetle human.

it is passed, almost ritually, from person to person, each taking the time to peer into tiny, weak eyes. to stare, with utmost adoration at this living, breathing, baby person that they can only pretend to understand.