It’s been years, but the phantom weight of a baby I never held still sits heavy on my soul. A secret I’ve carried, tucked away deep in my heart, too painful to whisper even to my closest friend or family. It happened when I was 25, a young woman navigating the chaotic currents of Mumbai life, dreaming of a stable future, a loving family. I was deeply involved with a man I thought was my everything. The two pink lines on the pregnancy kit should have brought joy, but instead, they magnified the terror that was already consuming my life.
The Baby I Never Held: My Unspoken Abortion Regret Still Haunts Me
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