The day I was discharged, my parents were waiting outside the hospital.In just a few days, streaks of gray had appeared in my mother’s hair.She was holding a thermos in one hand, her eyes swollen from crying.“Hailey, I made you some soup.“It was always your favorite when you were little.”I glanced at it but didn’t take it.My father held out a bank card, his voice barely audible.“This has all the savings your mother and I have put away over the years.“We know money can’t make up for what we did, but you still need time to recover…”I cut him off.“I needed time to recover after I lost my first baby too.“After you signed the consent form for the procedure, did either of you ever make me soup?”My mother’s hand jerked.The thermos nearly slipped from her grasp.“Hailey, back then, we really thought…”“Thought what?”I looked at her.“That because I was emotional, I didn’t deserve to be a mother?“That Adrian was still young and shouldn’t be tied down by a child?
Read more