Elena Rodriguez nació el Junio 13th, 2011 a Christopher Rodriguez y Yolanda Barros-Rodriguez; Terrassa, Spain; Hospital Universitari Mutua Terrassa. 3.1 kilograms, 45.7 centimeters.

Elena Rodriguez was born on June 13th, 2011 to Christopher Rodriguez and Yolanda Barros-Rodriguez; Terrassa, Spain; Hospital Universitari Mutua Terrassa. 3.1 kilograms, 45.7 centimeters.

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The baby had small curls of black silk lacing her head. Right now, she happened to be crying. But before, as she slept, Christopher Rodriguez patted her hair in peace with his wife, and they studied their child. Her face had been an angry, pudgy red. “She’s going to be a troublemaker,” Yolanda had predicted fondly.
Occasionally, newborn Elena would look around wildly in a fit of confusion, as if struggling to remember why she was there. After a few seconds, of course, she’d settle back into leaking oceans of salt water from her eyes. But once, in one of those moments of confusion, there was a sweetly surprising flash of eye connection between Elena and Christopher. He stared in startled happiness.
“Her eyes,” he noted to Yolanda, “Are rich in understanding. They’re the deepest, deepest Earth brown I’ve ever seen- or are they black? Stop fretting, Yoly; not an evil black. It’s a very soft, soothing black. It’s a pretty black. Trust me.”
To which his wife accused him of forcing poetry upon their child. Elena wailed in alarm.
They hadn’t noticed, of course, the three ladies sitting in the waiting chairs in the hall. Who would, when they had a beautiful, screeching lump of fat to admire?
They were sewing, humming as they went along. One piece of yarn, or thread, or string was different from the rest, however; it was a bright, bright silver. The middle one hummed in mild interest as she studied it. Then, glancing at the child and clucking in approval, she began to measure.

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Hades hadn’t noticed, being a bit preoccupied, but somebody else had.
Bob the Titan had been sweeping the final, front entrance to the slick palace. It had been a good day for Bob. The boy Nico had come to talk! Nico always liked to stop to talk to Bob, when he was in the palace, but he rarely stayed long here.
Also, he was allowed to play with Cerberus for a little bit. Yes. Not one, but two breaks off of work! It truly was a good day.
He had glanced up to wipe his brow. He did a double take. Three ladies, all on the ceiling! What are they doing up there? He was about to ask, and tell them that it wasn’t safe, but he was too fascinated.
The ladies had a big spinning circle. It kept spinning and spinning and spinning until it finally slowed to a stop, and the middle lady began to tug on the string… What were they doing to the string?
“Hello?” Bob called. The lady holding the spinning wheel smiled at Bob, winked, and disappeared. They all disappeared.
Bob couldn’t help but smile. Another exciting thing happened! It truly was a very good day.

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