The birthplace of Bence is unpronounceable. It’s a city in Hungary called Székesfehérvár. Like every parent, they couldn’t wait to see the face of their child. How is he going to look? Like his pops or mom? Is he going to resemble like any of the parents? When Bence was born, he didn’t appear anything… CONTINUE READING »
So, yeah, white hair can mean that we’ve been through a lot. Bence was born with all that experience before he went through it! To be born white extremely light hair is typical for Scandinavians, but not completely white, pale as a wall. That’s why it is a rare sigh to see white hair on… CONTINUE READING »
After hefty testing, the research determined that he did not have albinism. What a twist. He had very little melanin, which is why he was born with a pale tone and white hair. He is delivered on schedule and is in perfect health. His hair will turn darker as he aged, something like Benjamin Button!… CONTINUE READING »
As the air around them seemed to grow heavier with tension. The little girl’s proclamation, innocent yet unnerving, lingered in the minds of everyone present. Her mother, eyes red and swollen from crying, knelt beside her daughter, attempting to comfort her with a soft embrace. Yet, the girl’s insistence had drawn a murmur from the… CONTINUE READING »
The funeral director, sensing the unease, hesitated before stepping closer to the coffin, his professional demeanor giving way to a palpable uncertainty. He exchanged a glance with the priest, who nodded almost imperceptibly, both men acknowledging the unusual nature of the moment. With the room on edge and the little girl’s words echoing, the funeral… CONTINUE READING »
“Perhaps it’s best if…” he began, but his voice trailed off, drowned out by the heightened whispers and the girl’s continued insistence that her father was merely sleeping. Her small hand still rested where she had touched his cheek, her tear-streaked face turned toward him with an expression of unwavering belief.
At that moment, a sudden gasp rippled through the crowd as a faint, almost imperceptible sound emanated from within the coffin—a soft rustling, a subtle shifting. Those nearest to the coffin instinctively took a step back, eyes wide with disbelief. The funeral director hesitated, his hand hovering above the polished wood as if uncertain whether… CONTINUE READING »
A decision had to be made. The funeral director, with trembling hands and a heart pounding in his chest, reached for the edge of the coffin lid. He paused, casting one more glance at the assembled mourners, who watched with bated breath. The air was thick with anticipation, the room eerily silent except for the… CONTINUE READING »
Outside, the evening air was cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of the bustling restaurant. Nathaniel knelt down, looking into Aurora’s eyes, his mind racing with a mixture of disbelief and hope. Years of regret and longing washed over him like a tidal wave as he searched for the right words.
“Aurora,” he began, struggling to keep his voice steady, “fifteen years ago, I was told my daughter had died. I never saw her, never held her. It was… it was the darkest day of my life.” Aurora listened intently, her expression a blend of confusion and curiosity. The story he was telling mirrored snippets of… CONTINUE READING »