A Festival Born at 1.13 AM - A memory from a mother’s heart

A beautiful daughter born just after midnight, turning April into a double celebration of love and laughter

Every year, as April begins, my heart remembers a very special day.

I still think of that long night, waiting, hoping, praying, for my baby to arrive. I had spent 26 hours in labor, quietly wishing she would be born on her dad’s birthday. I thought it would be beautiful for them to share their special day.

But life had a different plan.

And just after midnight, at 1:11 AM, she was born the next day. A tiny, beautiful girl who changed everything.

Now, she's 7 years old.

And when April comes, it feels like a festival in our house. Her dad and she go shopping together, plan her birthday party, and talk excitedly about cake and decorations. I love watching them... it makes my heart full.

Even though she didn’t share a birthday with her dad, she shares something even better, a beautiful bond with him.

For me, April will always be the month that gave me my biggest joy.