I held her in my arms, tears streaming down my face, not from sadness—but from a kind of love I had never known before. She was perfect. Tiny fingers, soft breathing, and a quiet strength I could already feel.
I named her *Lina*.fakher
Because she was gentle… but unbreakable.
Life wasn’t easy. Working at the clinic during the day, taking care of Lina at night, barely sleeping… but I didn’t complain. Every smile she gave me erased the exhaustion. Every little laugh reminded me why I made the right choice.
One day, about a year later, something unexpected happened.
Greg showed up.
Standing outside the clinic.
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