“I’ll take her,” I whispered, heart racing. Hours later, a fragile baby in a faded hospital blanket was placed in my arms. “She won’t last,” they said. But I knew she deserved more than a diagnosis, a chance.”
“I’ll take her,” I whispered, heart racing. Hours later, a fragile baby in a faded hospital blanket was placed in my arms. “She won’t last,” they said. But I knew she deserved more than a diagnosis, a chance.”