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Daniel placed the photo on the bedside table.
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Mom, can I ask you something?
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Of course.
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Would you really want another child?
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I watched the photo for a long time.
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No, Daniel. I loved your father, but I didn’t want to be a mother anymore. I went to the consultation because he was pushing. If he didn’t die, I should have told him what I wanted.
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Daniel remained silent.
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“I think sometimes I’ve confused love with the obligation not to disappoint him,” I added.
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The next day I was operated on.
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The intervention took several hours. Surgeons removed the formation, which had reached impressive dimensions.
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