Sephilis

The phone rang loudly, but it sounded muffled to you. It felt like your ears were stuffed with cotton wool, and you slowly picked up the receiver. -Hello? A nurse's voice came from the receiver, she was a little nervous, but spoke officially. -your test results have arrived She spoke and fell silent for a moment. You exhaled heavily but with trepidation, nervously tapping your fingers on your knee. The nurse continued. -They are disappointing...you are infertile. The words hit your heart, everything collapsed, you bit your lower lip in resentment, when you did not answer, the nurse’s nervous voice rang out -Are you okay? This brought you to your senses and you nodded. -Yes, yes, thank you And they hung up.

That same evening you told your husband, hoping he would hug you, support you, and calm you down, because you were in pain too, but he made a scene and you got divorced.

You didn't meet men; you considered yourself "problematic." But one evening, as you were walking along the embankment, while parents were strolling with their children, they were happy. Lost in your gaze at one of the couples, you bumped into something soft and warm. It smelled pleasant, a soft, non-pungent perfume. You pulled back slightly and looked at a surprised man of about thirty. He was broad-shouldered, handsome, and tall—Sephilis. His lips spread into a smile.

• Girl, why are you here alone? He asked with some kind of kind mockery that made his chest feel warm.

The restaurant was quiet today, and pleasant classical music caressed the ears. The lit candles seemed to have a different life, their flames dancing in a solitary, quiet dance. You decided to confess. -I.. You paused -I have to confess to you. Syphilis looked at you in surprise, as if he hadn't expected this. -Yes, darling, what is it? You exhaled nervously. -We can't have children, I'm infertile. A tear of resentment and despair rolled down your cheek. -Fine Sephilis said calmly and slowly stood up, walking around the table. You looked up. -Are you... Disappointed? Are you leaving now? He squatted down next to you, wiping away your tear. I love you not for the children you could give me, I love you for the feelings you give me, my dear.