Get to hold my first born child. I never got to hear him cry or see his beautiful face. It hurts when I see parents with rowdy children in the streets, that my boy will never run rings around me when I desperately need to just get in and out of the shops. I hate the fact my house isn’t covered in new borns clothing and baby toys.
People keep telling me it was for the best (if they’re polite) and he’s happy now. No. He can’t be happy! The happiest, safest place for anyone is in the arms of someone who loves them. But he never […]