“Jason wanted a son…”
He turned away, muttering quietly: “We can’t take her.”
I became a surrogate mother for my sister and her husband, but when the baby was born, their scream tore through the room: “This is not the child we were expecting!”
The world froze. Only the child’s quiet breathing reminded that life goes on. And then I realized: maybe I wasn’t just carrying someone else’s child — I was carrying a chance.
A chance to prove that motherhood is not biology, but heart. I held the little one close to my chest and whispered:
“Don’t be afraid, little one. Even if the whole world rejects you — I will never let you go.”
