At family dinner, i said: “i’m about to give birth…

over my emergency. Every single time, Mom. Every single time I was the one who had to understand, the one who had to handle it myself.

Tears streamed down her face. Please let me meet him. Please let me hold him. I’ll do anything. Which one? I asked.

She blinked. What? Which baby do you want to hold? The one you came for or the one you’ll never meet?continue reading …