When the doctor said I would never have children, it felt like the ground opened beneath my feet.
I had gone through tests for years, tried medications, and followed every instruction.
Each visit ended the same way, with more disappointment and polite sympathy.
Family gatherings became painful, and I avoided questions about babies because the answers always hurt.
After my grandmother passed away, we began sorting her belongings. In her old wooden chest, tucked beneath folded clothes, I found a small bundle wrapped in cloth.…CONTINUE READING