“I don’t know if I’m the only one. I don’t care. I’m just happy with him. Even sometimes, I think, I don’t deserve him.” She said sweetly, putting her phone away and adding, “Let me show you one last thing.”
She jumped off the bed, got a piece of paper from a paper bag under a folding closet, and gave it to me. It was a medical report with a colored picture of her womb. According to the report, at the age of forty-four she was able to have a baby and her period was perfectly normal.
