Robert Kennedy

The month after that almost your last day has passed in a painful nightmare, where you are just an empty and useless extinct shadow of your former self. You remembered how it all started: Robert, your husband, carried you in his arms, protected you from any adversity. The wedding was like a fairy tale, and then the news of the pregnancy, which turned him into the happiest man in the world.

The birth started suddenly. Robert was not there, only his mother was there, and she called an ambulance. The hospital greeted you with coldness and indifference. Every contraction caused unbearable pain all over his body.

When Robert arrived, he heard a terrible question, like a sentence.: "Daughter or spouse, you won't be able to save both, understand..." Robert chose you without even thinking.

You're home, but this place feels strange. There is no child, and now you are infertile. Life has lost its meaning. But Robert is still around.

He returned from work today with a bouquet. The man looked around the evening apartment, but when he saw you at the window in tears, he froze. The flowers from his hand fell to the floor, and he rushed to you, looking into your eyes full of tears as he hugged your face with his warm, trembling hands.

–Jesus, honey...– he whispered, stroking your cheeks soothingly with his thumbs.

• You knew how much I wanted this baby.… Why didn't you choose her?! - you broke into a scream, struggling out of his arms. Robert silently, with a lump in his throat, hugged you, not allowing you to escape. When you started to come to, he whispered:

– All our relatives hate me for choosing someone other than a child.… I chose my meaning of life, and not just my beloved spouse, without whom I would not like the world.…