A woman is devastated when her son dies shortly after birth and her husband abandons her, then years later, she sees a sick little boy on Facebook with the exact same birthmark as her late son’s.
Millie Fargo gave one last scream and the doctor cried, “Well done! You have a beautiful baby boy!” He held up a pink and purple squirming, screaming thing and Millie smiled. It was the most beautiful baby she’d ever seen!
Soon she was cuddling her newborn in her arms, counting his tiny fingers and toes and marveling at his perfection. Then she frowned. “What’s this? Is he hurt? Is he alright?” There was a big bright red mark on her baby’s arm!
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The doctor smiled. “He’s fine!” he said. “It’s just a birthmark. A lot of babies have them. It’s perfectly normal.”
Millie smiled woozily. “That’s good…” she said, then her eyes started closing. “Doctor, I feel strange…” Her last memory was of the doctor calling out something in an alarmed voice and a nurse taking her baby.
When Millie woke up, she was in a hospital room. There was another woman in the bed next to hers, but no crib and no baby! “Where’s my baby?” she cried. “DOCTOR! WHERE’S MY BABY?”
Within minutes, nurses and doctors were swarming in and fussing over Millie, but no one would answer the question: Where was Millie’s baby? Then an older doctor came in and sat by Millie’s bed.
“Millie,” he said gently. “I need you to be very brave. You’ve been in a coma for the last two months, but now you’re awake and we think you’ll make a full recovery. Unfortunately, your baby didn’t survive.”
“But I saw him!” cried Mille. “I held him! He was fine!”
“I’m so sorry, Mille,” the doctor said sadly. “He died suddenly two weeks after you fell into your coma. A nurse found him unresponsive. We did all we could…”
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Millie’s heart was broken. “No!” she screamed. “You’re lying! It can’t be…” But of course, it was, and like so many other bereaved mothers, Millie had to come to terms with her terrible loss and her pain.
“My husband,” she whispered. “Where is Steven?”
The doctor looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Millie, Mr. Fargo left a letter for you…” He handed Millie a sealed envelope, got up, and walked away. Millie tore the envelope open with trembling fingers.
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