After the divorce, I hid his child — until the day of delivery, when the doctor pulled down his mask and left me speechless…

sampaguita flowers. He didn’t come in right away, waiting for me to nod before he stepped inside.

“I wasn’t sure what you like anymore,” he said softly, placing the bag on the table. “But the nurse said you haven’t eaten much.”

I didn’t reply, but I accepted the food. It wasn’t forgiveness. It wasn’t reconciliation. But it was a start.

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