I’m climbing the stairs of the building where I live. Behind me, I hear a quick rhythm of footsteps. It's my upstairs neighbour, who greets me hurriedly and continues to climb the stairs, skipping two steps at a time.

Why is he in such a hurry? I ask myself.

Soon I heard a key turning and a newborn baby making funny noises. From the hallway, the neighbour begins to speak lovingly to his son, who has just begun to make his first sounds.

He was in a hurry because he wanted to see his newborn son! This scene made me think of this saying that I once read somewhere: “The moment my baby smiled at me, my heart did a stand-up comedy routine.”