But tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my
whole heart? They told me that you wouldn’t survive – that your life would be
short and hard at best. I knew that. I thought that I knew that. But your tiny heart had been below mine for
your whole life. How could I not give you the chance to see the light of day? And the nurses were perfect. And the doctors
were sympathetic. And they put a sign outside our door – something to tell
the people in the hallway that we were here – enjoying our first and last
moments together in this hour. And as I
feel your lungs taking their labored breaths; as I see my mother, my husband,
my in-laws; as I want the sunshine on your face, on my face – I wonder if I did
this for you, or for me…
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