The moment I’d anticipated for almost nine months would never come.
not even thinking about the mascara smeared all over my face. It’s just not fair. Life feels cruel.
I grab my coffee and step onto the porch, gazing at the beautiful garden below. I sigh deeply and sit down.
The stars are shining bright, like rays of hope, far away. To me, though, there’s no hope whatsoever. Right now, my world is dark and bleak. I gaze at my empty hands and try to hold back the tears.
Just then, I hear a piercing wail from one of the neighboring buildings, the cry of a tiny new baby.
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