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with business stuff while you’re hormonal.”
Then the door closed.
The silence after they left was heavier than their cruelty.
I sat in that hospital bed, bleeding, stitched, shaking, holding my son against my chest.
For three minutes, I cried.
Only three.
Not because the pain was small, but because my son needed a mother who could see through tears.
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