Painful Admissions
One evening, in the company of old friends, the façade crumbled. The weight of the unspoken truth grew too heavy. With voices choked with emotion, they admitted to not having met their grandchild. “We don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl,” Peter whispered, struggling to hold back tears. Their friends listened, empathy in their eyes, as they grappled with the heart-wrenching reality. It was not easy for my parents and they finally could take it no more.