Once Mia came into the world, nobody offered a hand. It was just me dealing with a tiny infant, dirty plates, heaps of clothes, and physical pain.
One time, I begged Helen to keep an eye on Mia for just an hour since my surgical wounds throbbed so hard that I feared I was having a medical emergency.
“Do I look like a babysitter to you?” she replied without even raising her eyes.
Ethan chimed in, “A kid really needs their mom.”
So I packed up my tiny baby and drove to the clinic all by myself.
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