Don't Act Like You Care

“I didn’t say that.”

“You did, Marcel. You know,” Izabelle chuckled. “When I found out that I was pregnant, I didn’t know what to feel. I didn’t know what Grandfather would say. I don’t know what to do but when I started feeling the child in me, I was confident that I was going to have her. I even had to drink wine in front of everyone so no one would suspect.”

Her hands moved to wipe her tears and she continued.

“And then, I found out that she was going to have ill health. She wasn’t going to be healthy like every other child. She was going to have a hole in her heart, I had to cry myself to sleep every day but I just couldn’t bring myself to get rid of her even though I knew that she was going to suffer as she grew. Even though I knew that you had to suffer because of the same illness.

I had hope for the little life I felt every day. I had hope for the child that kicks every night when I want to sleep. I couldn’t bring myself to do it,” her tears flowed the more.

Marcel bit his l