Cameron's POVAs the bitter pills worked their way down my throat, a series of fragmented memories flashed before my eyes.Three years ago, to get pregnant with our baby, April had gone through countless rounds of IVF, leaving her body covered in needle marks.Fortunately, after ten long months, she finally gave birth to our son. I had knelt outside that delivery room, praying from morning to night that both mother and child would make it through safely, but what awaited me wasn't the happy life I'd imagined for the three of us. It was an endless, freezing winter.I was forced to give up a promising career so April could pursue her dreams. Gradually, though, I couldn't bear the sound of the baby crying. I became a failure of a father who couldn't even feed my own child without my hands shaking.April would hold me and assure me again and again, "It's okay. It's okay. You still have me…"But later, I realized that she'd picked up her long-abandoned smoking habit again. She would s
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