My mother always told me when someone dies, a new life is born. That didn't make sense to me. Not until I witnessed it with my own eyes.

When they moved my wife to the mortuary, no tears were shed. I just stood there; watching her lifeless body while cradling our newborn.

I wanted to curse God for taking someone who meant the most to me but I said thank you instead. For He gave me a beautiful and healthy child.

When she opened her eyes for a brief moment, I fell in love again.

She has her mother's eyes.

"Excuse me ma'am. Do you already pick a name for your baby? It's for the birth certificate." A nurse asked me.

"Lena Danvers-Luthor Jr."