Then I discovered something else my mother had never told me.
Several doctors had refused her request.
For months, she had visited different medical centers, undergone examinations, and received countless negative answers.
She had even prepared herself to give up.
But when she finally found a medical team willing to evaluate this extraordinary possibility, her hope returned.
The most frightening part was that, during the pregnancy, my mother had faced the risk of serious complications several times.
And she hadn’t told me anything.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.
She remained silent for a long time.
“Because you would have tried to stop me.”
“Of course I would have!”
“I know, sweetheart.”
She smiled through her tears.
“But I wanted to hear that sound in our home just one more time. The sound I’d been dreaming of hearing for thirty-four years.”
“What sound?”
“A baby’s cry.”
