I woke before sunrise with one hand resting over my stomach.I stayed completely still and can’t stop thinking about how my prenatal check up went.The apartment was quiet. The only sound was the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen.I looked down at my stomach.It wasn’t huge yet, but there was a small curve that hadn’t been there before.Two little lives depending on me.A smile touched my lips.“Good morning, my babies.”I slowly pushed myself out of bed.My body felt heavier every day. Some mornings, I woke exhausted before I had even done anything.But exhaustion wasn’t an excuse.I needed money for rent, food,for my babies and a lot of things.Everything cost money, and I didn’t have enough of it.So I had found a part-time job at a small café near my apartment.It wasn’t glamorous.It wasn’t the kind of work someone like me had imagined doing after spending years working in medicine.But I didn’t care.I would wash dishes, serve coffee, clean tables—whatever I needed t
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