The day Debra found out she was pregnant was one of the happiest moments of my life. After years of failed fertility treatments, we were finally going to be parents. I promised her I’d be an amazing dad.
But when Debra went into labor, everything changed. I was in a panic when her water broke, rushing to get her to the hospital. As I was about to drive her, I got a call from my mom’s nurse—my mom had suffered a heart attack and was near death.
Torn between Debra and my mom, I told Debra the news. Despite being in pain, Debra insisted I go to my mom. “Your mom needs you,” she said. I called a taxi for Debra to go to the hospital alone while I rushed to my mother’s.
When I arrived, I received the devastating news that my mom had passed. I was heartbroken, barely holding it together. Just as I was lost in grief, my phone rang—it was Debra.
“We had a daughter. She’s beautiful,” she said. I barely managed to respond before telling her, “Mom’s gone.”
But then Debra sent me a picture of our baby girl, and I saw it—the resemblance to my mom. Through tears, I whispered, “She looks like your mom.”
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