It was so pathetic, so silly, really. That the child I had longed for all this time turned out was never mine. Although I had birthed him into this world, I could not keep him to stay here.
"It’s fine, Kelly. That wasn’t your child," I said to myself. "It's okay."
Yet, although I kept telling myself that over and over again, it did not matter.
Eventually, I sank to the ground, hugged myself and sobbed uncontrollably.
I didn’t know how long I cried before a white handkerchief appeared in front of me.
I looked up instinctively. A sharp, chiseled face came into view.
