“Mom,” I whispered, “I just wanted to tell you—”
She cut me off. “Stop crying. Nobody cares. Call somebody else.” Then she hung up.
I lowered the phone slowly and stared at the dark screen until I realized my hands were shaking. Lily stirred in my arms, opening her tiny mouth as if she sensed my distress. I pressed my lips to her forehead and tried not to let my tears fall onto her blanket.
“You matter,” I whispered to her. “You are not trash. You are everything.”
A nurse stepped in and immediately noticed my face. “Do you need me to call someone?” she asked gently.
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