“I had the baby,” I said, my voice breaking. “Mom… I had a little girl.”
There was a pause, then a sharp laugh.
“I’m busy with your sister’s birthday party,” she said. “Why bring more trash like you into the world?”
For a moment, I thought I’d heard her wrong. I stared at Lily’s tiny face, certain no grandmother could say something so cruel minutes after her grandchild was born.
Then I heard my younger sister, Vanessa, shouting from somewhere behind her. “She seriously gave birth today? She ruined my special day again! God, Melanie, you’re so selfish!”
The room blurred. My stitches throbbed, my whole body felt hollow, and yet that pain was nothing compared to the humiliation burning through me.
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