The Black Player and His Pawns

"It's a boy!" Mrs. Smith cradled the newborn in her arms as she kept admiring the little slumbering creature, tracing his tiny lips, his eyes, and his small dot of a nose. "Theodor... But we will call him... Ted," Mrs. Smith finally whispered after what felt like an eternity had passed. She had certainly taken a long time to choose a name for this baby; well, maybe this last child was too special for her. "He's going to bring us luck, wealth, and success," she declared. Happiness was never ...