I saw them over Chol Hamoed. They looked like the perfect couple; her wig styled just right, his shirt neatly tucked in. They smiled and laughed and smoothed the curly hair of their two year old son. He looks just like a combination of the two of them.
He's adopted.
She waved at me, and I gave a half wave back and semi-smiled. She seemed like she had something to say, but I quickly walked away.
I'm scared to talk to her. Scared I'll find out how happy she is. Scared I'll find out how much she loves her little boy.
I'm too scared that I'll be like her one day.
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Ouch. That hurts. I have no words.
Like Devorah said, there are no words.
I hope that you are blessed with your very own child(ren) really soon.
may you have children of your own soon and nachas BH
Is it downgraded happiness?
I davened really hard for you over this past month..and hope Hashem heard them..
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