My son-in-law called me in tears to tell me that my daughter hadn’t survived childbirth. When I arrived at the General Hospital and tried to enter Room 212, he grabbed me by the shoulders and said: “You don’t want to see her like this… trust me.”
Her lips were parched, her hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, and her eyes were wide with pure terror. —“Mom…” she repeated, barely able to catch her breath. —“They took my baby.” I felt something inside me extinguish and ignite at the exact same time. I rushed toward her, but the doctor beat…
