I felt a lump in my throat.
—So you were there?
He nodded slowly.
-Yeah.
—And why did I never see them?
My father closed his eyes.
—Because you had already been moved to another room.
The room fell completely silent.
My mother took a breath before continuing.
—The doctors told us you had two babies.
My breathing began to quicken.
Two babies…
Those words echoed over and over in my head.
I vaguely remembered a doctor telling me about complications.
After that, they only told me that one of the babies had not survived.
For twenty years I lived convinced of that version.
“They told us that one of the girls was very ill,” my mother explained. “She needed urgent surgery and treatment that you couldn’t afford at that time.”
I watched her without understanding.
—What happened next?
My father took several seconds to respond.
—They asked us to make an immediate decision.
