Everyone in my backyard screamed with excitement when my daughter cut into the cake and revealed a bright pink center.
Everyone except Lauren.
She stared at that slice as if she had just seen something terrifying.
For a moment, nobody noticed.
People were clapping.
Someone yelled, “It’s a girl!”
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My son-in-law, Mark, wrapped his arm around Lauren and kissed the side of her head.Plan Family Trips
“We’re having a daughter,” he whispered.
Lauren nodded.
But I knew my daughter.
Those weren’t happy tears.
She looked afraid.
And less than ten minutes later, a woman I barely knew pulled me aside and showed me something that made me understand why.
Lauren had waited four years for this pregnancy.
Four years sounds almost ordinary when you say it quickly.
It wasn’t.
There had been two miscarriages.
