Andre’s POV The process was slow, but at least it had begun. I had been made to spend four excruciating days in the hospital, doing nothing most of the time but lying down, conducting tests and more tests, eating, wandering about the hospital premises, and doing it all over again, but it was not all bad. There were days that I now store as sacred memories in the most precious parts of my heart. Days that I had hoped would never end. Those days were the ones I had to spend with my baby girl. Zoe, whom I had now confirmed was my biological daughter,. I had yet to meet her brother, Joe, but I was sure that was a work in progress. Today, though, was not one of those days that I wanted to end. In fact, I hoped for nothing more than for the day to quickly come to an end and open up on the last day I had to spend here. I was lying on the hospital bed on this day, and my arm was connected to a machine that, according to the doctor, collected my stem cells while a nurse monitored the proc
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