A baby was just born. Her parents smile down at her, so grateful that she arrived both healthy and happy. Although she screams and cries, the sound is music to the new parents' ears. At first, little of her looks are known. When her hair grows in, will she take after her dad's black hair or her mom's blonde locks? Will her eyes be her grandfather's deep brown, or her grandmother's light blue once she first opens them? Or will she be something entirely new and different, something of her creation?
What will she do with her life? She may decide she wants to be a writer, and be immensely creative as she grows. She may have a particular fancy for math and science, and wish to become an engineer.
What achievements will she accomplish? Maybe she'll earn an award for her ability to play an instrument in a talent show at a young age. Maybe she'll earn the Nobel Prize her peace by running an organization designed to stop wars and aid those in need?
All of this flashes through her mother's mind as she listens to the cries of her daughter.
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