For as long as I could remember, I wanted to be a mother. That longing shaped my days, my marriage, and the quiet expectations I carried into every year that passed without a child. My husband and I learned how to live inside disappointment, how to smile through conversations while our home remained painfully still. After one especially heavy night, alone with the silence, I made a promise that came not from certainty but from love itself. I told myself that if I were ever given the chance to be a mother, I would open my heart without limits, without...
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