Chapter 31 A Helping Hand

• The crack spread very quickly. From the peak of my confidence to the foundation of anger and hatred. I felt sorry for the woman, as she had experienced and endured so much, and I couldn't even begin to understand the tiniest bit of her experiences. Surely she wanted to keep the baby very much and endured a lot for it... I sat down next to my mom on the bed and then, in a burst of emotions, she said something that gave me the final push.
• "I found out too late," she said, sobbing, covering her face with her hands. "At that time, things were very difficult and I wasn't keeping track of my cycle. It was already too late for the operation, and my parents were against me getting rid of the baby."
• Something pierced me. Like a sharp needle in the heart. I had stepped on it a long time ago, but had forgotten about it for a while. The sharp object had been living in my body for a long time, slowly making its way to my heart. And now, it had reached its target and the veil from my eyes had finally been lifted.