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She still remembered the time when he got an injection for the first time, how frightened he looked and how much he cried that day. Surgery, the name itself is so scary. He's too young to go through that painful procedure. Emma's eyes glistened up. How much she wished she could do something for him. A magic spell perhaps and everything would be alright. He'd be alright. But she knew it was impossible. James has had a weak heart since birth. Emma has a vivid memory of her mother crying and praying for her son while her father reached the best doctors in the world for him but nothing worked. They couldn't do anything for him.

“Thank you for letting me be. I will always be here when you have reckless accidents, while running away, for losing your memory, for wanting me to raise your children, and when your heart stops for more than eighty seconds and are unconscious for two days.” How have two days gone so fast!? When I start to get sober in my life and realise that I have three babies, I allow myself to talk to the doctor alone. He tells me everything that occurred to me. I bled too much to give birth to my children. The third was born as I almost died. My heart couldn't take it. Now she needs emergency surgery to treat a persistent ductus arteriosus, or ductus arteriosus, a vessel that prevents blood from passin

was not. I was the unexpected twin with the damaged heart that was never supposed to have happened. Because we were premature, I was born with a patent ductus arteriosus (or PDA). Luckily, the hole was small, and a simple surgery closed the opening between the two major blood vessels leading from my heart, leaving me with two very faint, very small scars under my left arm that were barely visible now. And other than periodic checkups with my cardiologist, I've lived a normal life. My mother, however, had wanted to adopt me out and only keep the healthy baby, but my father somehow managed to talk her out of it. One of the few times he'd been successful at that. How did I know this? Because my

I didn't understand what Ivan was trying to say when he said Justice but I just paid attention and drank from my coffee. "Yes justice, Layana was born healthy and in perfect condition but her brother wasn't," I drop my coffee and cut him short, "What nonsense are you spewing?" I lowered my voice because we were in public. "You should listen because I have the medical records as evidence," I nodded my head and decided to listen to everything he was going to say before I said or did anything. "The boy was born with a serious heart condition and it was diagnosed as hereditary, he would have survived with a life support machine until a donor was found but she decided to pull out Layana's heart a

He looks at his feet. "Tallulah was special, unlike any other baby. She was born with only half a heart. We had no idea until after she was born. I remember sitting there, staring at her for hours in my arms. The nurses told me I had to give her up; I couldn't though". The tears brim my eyes as they do him. "All I remember is sitting there, thinking as soon as I hand her over, she’s gone, I couldn't do that. It took Marcus, my mum everyone in the room to convince me to give up my baby girl."

For the first time, she allowed herself to be vulnerable. That night, they were no longer two shadows passing each other in the dark. They were human. They were flawed. They were raw. That night, Angela was conceived. Angie, their daughter, was born with a heart defect that would shape the rest of Morgan’s life. The doctors said she wouldn’t survive past infancy. Then they said she wouldn’t make it to five. But Angie defied them all with a laugh that lit up every sterile room she entered. She was sunshine in a house made of stone.

He nodded subtly. “I got pregnant by accident. A night of reckless desire and weak choices. I didn’t plan it. I hated every second of it. But Ronald found out before I could erase the evidence.” Her voice wavered for a second — almost cracking. “I carried Brinda in my womb, hating every kick she gave. And when I gave birth to her…” Her jaw tightened. “She was born with a weak heart. A fragile, useless thing.” She stood up abruptly, arms wide. “What would I do with such a child?”

Natalia’s POV The doctor called me in to talk. He said my younger sibling needed surgery soon, or the heart condition might get worse. Without it, there was a high risk of death. My sibling has congenital heart disease, he was born with it. I have always been thankful that he survived this long. But now, things are getting worse. He has more frequent attacks. He is not allowed to get tired or stressed, so I never let him do chores at home.

He was born with congenital heart disease and worse, she didn’t get to see him, kiss his cheeks or breastfeed him as she dreamed. The D.N.A result she was optimistic about hoping it to be false proved the dead child was ours. Each day she stares into empty space, few times I caught her in tears other times the hurt in her eyes burn a piece of my heart so painful I leave the comfort of my mansion anywhere but here to escape the torture. I blame myself for everything, the delays maybe if I was here earlier and rushed her to the hospital but the ailment our child suffered was strange.