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| Szabina Nyiri |
Baby
At age fifteen with no husband, she carried him for
nine months. And as he grew, she experienced the
trials of morning sickness, the torment from classmates
in high school, and loads of guilt and regret. She
worried about the uncertainty of the baby’s future
and her own. The nuns at the Catholic Church told
her to keep the baby, that she didn’t want to compound
her sin by having an abortion. He learned her heartbeat
in the darkness of her womb and felt every breath
she took before he saw the light of day. And when
he was born, she held him only briefly before they
took him to a temporary foster home. Then, she knew
she would never hold him to her breast, learn the
language of his cries, or sing him a lullaby. After
she signed the papers, they told her she was courageous
and doing the right thing, but all she felt was emptiness.
Somewhere, there was a family waiting with a baby’s
room newly painted and furnished. A family that would
hold him confidently with steady hands, not the unsure,
trembling ones of his biological mother. A family who
will call him home with a name she will never know.
She chose his tomorrow over her today, knowing
that some gifts are too precious to keep, and the deepest love is sometimes best expressed by saying goodbye.
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