The Sperm Donation That He Regretted
The moment I find out about my pregnancy, a notification from Twitter is displayed on my phone.
Apparently, it's a tweet posted by my husband, Don Romano Caliendo's childhood friend, Teresa Fiorino.
"Thanks to your sperm, I get to have a child of my own during the last stage of my life."
The accompanying photo is a pregnancy test that clearly states that the sperm donor is Romano.
I leave a question mark in the comment section. In just half a minute, my phone begins ringing loudly.
Romano's angry voice bursts from the loudspeakers immediately. I've only heard him adapt such a tone whenever he gets mad at others during family meetings.
"What did you mean by that comment, Selene Gardo? Teresa is dying from cancer! All she wants is to have a baby to keep her company before she breathes her last! Don't you have any sympathy for her at all?"
Before I can put down my phone, my Twitter homepage gets refreshed.
This time, Teresa has uploaded another photo. It features a luxurious deluxe-style apartment, where the floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the breathtaking cityscape of Brindleport at night.
The caption reads, "Thank you for giving me a home so that I don't feel lonely in my final days."
In a corner of the photo, Romano can be seen crouching on the floor while piecing a baby cot together. His side profile shows how focused he is on the task.
As I wipe my tears from the corners of my eyes, I silently caress my flat belly, which has yet to show any changes.
I'll take you far, far away from here, my dear baby.