My voice broke.
“But the moment I heard that someone loved one of my daughters and not the other, every part of me shouted no.”
La señora Cole se inclinó hacia delante.
“¿Por qué?”
“Because they are not a set of problems that can be divided depending on what someone is able to endure.”
I kissed Baby A's forehead.
“They are sisters.”
Then I kissed the Baby B.
“And they are my daughters.”
Brian started crying behind me.Discover Articles Baby
I didn't look at him.
The next few days were brutal.
There were interviews.
Assessments.
Advisory sessions.
Questions I hated answering.
“Why did you leave?”
“What changed?”
“What support system do you have?”
“What will it do when raising them becomes difficult?”
That last question stayed with me.
Because I finally understood something.
It would be hard.
There would be medical appointments.
Therapies.
Exhaustion.
Worry.
Days when I would doubt myself.
