But when I was twenty-one, everything changed one night.
I remember being rushed to the hospital in terrible pain. After that, my memories become a blur.
When I woke up, my husband and my father were standing beside my bed.
Robert told me I’d undergone major surgery and that the doctors advised me not to become pregnant again.
I cried, but my husband held me and kept repeating:
“The important thing is that you’re alive, sweetheart.”
The years passed.
I learned to live without children, but I never stopped dreaming of becoming a mother.
There was one thing, however, that always seemed strange to me.
My father, George, had never liked Robert. But after I was discharged from the hospital, their relationship suddenly changed.
They began meeting secretly.