Myra

When the infant was born fully,the women wrapped it in warm cloths though there was no point to it.They washed the wrinkled blue skin of its cheesy vernix.Soon enough the frail living twin made his appearance.His delicate head still affixed with the fluids of its mother’s body,his startled cry breaking across the barrier of air.It is what Yiorgos remembered,the sound of his own first cry on this earth