The heart that can still rock.

(Cradle story)

Once upon a time there was a couple, They were no longer young — the years had delicately drawn furrows on their faces,

but something remained in their eyes that many have long since lost:

the belief that life still had a miracle in store for them.

They tried for many years — at doctors, in hospitals, in miracles —

but the cradle that the husband had carved with his own hands remained empty.

The wife dusted it every night, as if its occupant would arrive tomorrow, And when no one was looking, she sometimes put her palm inside,

as if she could feel someone's tiny hand inside.

Then one day they received news: the Cradle Foundation offered a new opportunity.

Not a promise, but a chance.

A door that they had found closed until now — was finally left open for them.

They didn't know if it would work. They didn't know if there would be a child who would come to them.

But the moment they entered the foundation's gate,

they no longer carried lack with them, but hope.

The employee who welcomed them smiled at them.

There was neither pity nor distance in it — only understanding.

She knew that becoming a parent is not always born of blood,

but sometimes it sprouts from the soul.

Their hands intertwined. They said nothing, just sat there in the silence, where every unspoken word took on meaning.

And when they went home in the evening, Tündi leaned over the old cradle.

She didn't cry, she didn't sigh — she just put a small teddy bear in it, and said softly:

"Our story may have started slowly… but maybe now is the time when someone will finally find their way home to us."

The wind gently moved the curtain, and the cradle creaked softly.

As if an invisible hand was already rocking it.

Lesson:

Not all parents are born of blood,

and not all children are born of flesh.

But where two people's hearts beat together,

love always finds a place.