Then suddenly—hope. Her belly grew, and moving became increasingly difficult.
Her family watched cautiously; the doctors feared that at her age, carrying a child was too great a risk.
But she ignored them. “I have always wanted to be a mother. And now I have a chance.”
Nine months passed in the blink of an eye. Every day she spoke to the baby inside her, stroked her belly, and imagined holding the child in her arms.
Then the day of delivery arrived. She entered the hospital room, holding her abdomen, and smiled at the doctor.
“Doctor, I think the time has come…” The young doctor looked at her more closely and frowned.
