I will never forget the day I was told my baby had died during childbirth. The nurses’ cold faces, the empty bassinet, the silence that followed it was as if the world had collapsed around me.
I cried for months, haunted by the memory of a child I would never hold.
My husband tried to comfort me, but even he seemed distant, as if he too had lost hope.
For years, I lived with a heavy, unshakable grief. I visited therapists, prayed endlessly, and tried to fill the void with work and distractions, but nothing could erase the pain.
Then, 15 years later, an event changed everything. I was attending a school event for my niece when I noticed a boy on stage who looked strikingly familiar. ...Continue Reading