I stared into the vacant sky. The grave stratus clouds were covering this land of ice, silently signaling the steps of winter. I lowered my stance, acting as a shield against the piercing wind for the precious little thing that Cathy, my wife, just gave birth on. Staring at the woman who I treasured dearly, I noticed the traces of bones that were sticking out from her already fragiled body. The glossiness of her hair began to fade and her voice grew tired minute by minute.
“Wait for me.”
She rubbed her neck agains mine, and with a long look that was full of words, she disappeared into the icing water, along with hundreds of others, carrying the last strip of sunlight. I suddenly had this feeling when the dark waves engulfed her, but it went away before I could catch it.
I held my gaze on the horizon, until I suddenly noticed the shadow that was hovering above the sea. It was like a gigantic black cloth slowly covering the white icing, inch by inch. I shuffled back instinctively as it touched the tip of my flippers. Darkness arrived.
The rest of our fathers-to-be huddled together, forming an isolated black island, nobody uttered a squeak. In front of us, awaits the long, unspeakable winter.

This was my first winter spent with a responsibility. I met her under the dreamy northern light. She was so unnoticeable, but as soon as I laid my gaze on her, it was stuck there forever. Under her thin skeleton, there was such beauty and hidden strength that deeply attracted my soul. We have tried several attempts of adding a new member in our world, but due to her health, the hope did not last long.
I looked down at my feet, half buried in the coat of fur was an egg. A creamy, smooth little hope. I gently rubbed the shell with my beak and almost immediately, the snow storm did not seem so unbearable.
As the weeks crawled by, the storm grew bigger and tougher. The pain and hunger from the beginning ceased into numbness. I could not feel, I could not think. The lipids that were fully stored in advance have almost burned off. I squeezed my feathers tight, trapping the last bit of heat that was trying to escape. The snow penetrated my head, destroying everything that it swiped by.
“No!” An abrupt screech pulled me out from the edge of my dream.
A father stood on the outside of the circle did not endure the weather and accidently loosened his feet during his sleep. With that, came devastation. The egg rolled inevitably down the slope.
An egg could not sustain the cold without the father’s protection. So, by the time that unfortunate father reached to his hope, it was all too late.
I tightened my legs so my treasure could sit more sturdily on top of my stiffened flippers and crouched. With a shrug, I bent my neck and buried my beak and half of my frozen face in between the broad shoulders in front of me. The penguin in front shivered quietly but accepted my intruding. Warmth entered my nostrils and flowed through my entire limbs, sending tingling feelings down my nerves and my world. I was like a vampire, sucking out the heat from the male penguin in front of me.

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“Look up” was the first thing that the male penguin said to me.
I opened my eyes fully, and the only color that my pupils perceived was black. There was no light for the snow to reflect on. I felt as if I was in my eggshell again, floating aimlessly in the empty space, except this one was much icier and insecure.
Then, all of a sudden, a new color was added in my perspective. I tilted my head upwards, and above me was the most magnificent view that one would ever expect on this land. In the midst of this obscured eggshell, fairies dressed in green, blue, and yellow, were dancing their way upward, up above the coldness, up above to hope.
As each night progresses, I began to feel the movements within the egg—tiny, unnoticeable movements. But they were enough to make me overjoyed with tears. “Don’t worry babe, you’re going to see your mama soon, and she’s going to feed you with the most delicious krill and shrimps!”
“They are back!”
The day finally arrived.
One by one, the females leaped up onto their homeland, their shinning, renewed bodies interweaved through the crowd and reunited with their loved ones. I turned around and smiled uncontrollably when I saw the penguin who was feeding me warmth all winter was neck-crossing with a beautiful female full of curves. Their newborn son was dancing crazily around their sealed bodies.
Waves sent groups and groups of the wives onshore.
Except for one.
Something familiar overwhelmed me. I caught it this time, it was horror.
‘Crackle’, the sound I was dreaming to hear all year, sounded like a nightmare at this instance.
“Please, just hang in there for a bit longer,” I whispered to the egg and to myself, I knew very well what would happen to the chick if it doesn’t get its first feed.
I stared harder, glancing through every black spot in the ocean.
‘Crackle’, I could see the fur inside the shell, but nothing in the water
‘Crackle’, I could smell the warmth of his body, but nothing of my wife.
‘Crackle’, it was as if needles were pinning my feet, stomach flipping. What can I do? I have no food, no energy to support my child. I nourished our hope, and I have to watch this hope die helplessly.
‘Crackle,’ the head pushed out from the eggshell, miniature beaks opened widely, craving for food.
“I’m sorry,” rivulets of tears drained down my face as its innocent, hopeful eyes touched mine, ‘Daddy’s sorry.”
“Mama.” The little thing called out his first and probably the last word. “Mama”, he insisted.
I turned my body slowly, with the terror of receiving another shattered hope. Then, in front of me, stood the most graceful penguin, behind her in-formed body, the first stray of sunlight shoot out from the horizon.
“Here comes the sun,” She looked at me and to our new-born son, “and I say, it’s alright.”

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