Now, I belong to a simple middle class family. I know what last minute flight tickets cost. It must have costed them months and months of saving. Yet, they were there. Right in front of me. Only for me.
We set our sights on a nice little restaurant, which seemed quite basic, and which was one of the few not to be overloaded with guests.
When I was young, I hated my life and Amelie changed all that. I envied her because she always had the nose in books super thick. I just wanted to learn to read.
Then my husband was hugging me, crying and telling me I did good and that she was beautiful.
My husband and my mom sat in the waiting room for what was probably only a half hour, but which seemed forever. He didn’t know if I was alive, if our baby was alive, or what was happening at all.