My name is Lana, and for five years, I lived a life defined by a hollow space in my heart. I was told my labor was a tragedy, a double blessing cut short by the cruel hand of fate. I buried my grief, focused entirely on my surviving son, Stefan, and accepted the silence of a lost child. But on a Sunday afternoon, my world tilted on its axis when Stefan pointed at a stranger and whispered, “Mom, he was in your belly with me,” and my heart stopped mid-bea… Continue reading…
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