Princess Surgaku Khaula

My dear daughter, my poor daughter

I live my day a little happier, even though I can't live with the man of my choice but I can still share my body with my flesh and blood. I never forget to take vitamins and eat nutritious food for the sake of a child that the doctor says is female.

My gestational age has stepped on 9 months, all my daughter's needs are fully available. My husband's? he remained firm with his cold attitude, never once rubbed let alone talk to the baby I bear like other prospective fathers.

That night, I woke up thirsty. I saw the clock at 02:45 in the morning. I rushed to the kitchen too. However, due to lack of care my feet tripped on the bottom of the kitchen chair and I fell down. I screamed because my stomach hurt so much.

I don't know what happened, when I opened my eyes I felt my body so cold, shivering. My stomach is no longer bloated, I'm surprised where my son is? what the hell's going on? want to scream but what power, to talk even I have not been able.

"You fell in the kitchen, to save you and our son you had to have surgery, our daughter." That was all that was said from my husband's mouth, there was not the slightest bit of worry in his eyes.

After my condition improved, I was allowed to go home, at home I did not lack anything. I never felt troubled because my husband paid two sisters to take care of my son. Our daughter is so beautiful, her face looks a lot like Grandma, the woman my husband loves the most. Maybe all his love has been given to Grandma so there is no gap for me. I don't want to worry about it, the most important thing is that my life, my children and my parents are guaranteed, no longer in trouble.

Doctors decided to have Khaula treated and ran a series of medical tests. We agreed, we want Khaula to be healthy soon and go home. This is the second time I've seen sadness in my husband's eyes. First, when the grandmother died and second, at this time, when her daughter was lying limp in the VVIP room of the hospital.

After a series of medical tests were performed the conclusion was drawn that our daughter had a blood disorder. It felt dark during the day, bones were broken simultaneously and hearts were torn apart by fangs. Why daughter? what's wrong? nutritious food I always eat, expensive vitamins never forget I drink. Pregnant gymnastics routine I run, but why? I finally realized that one of the most important things I always forget is prayer.

I never lacked facilities while being a mistress in this house, but I never mentioned my husband's name in prayer. Never asked the human heart refusers to turn my husband's heart around in order to love me, I did not lack comfort during pregnancy, but I also never prayed for the child I bear healthy.

We both looked back, not a word was said from our mouths. We were silent for a few hours, then we looked at each other and were just as eager to express what we felt. We can't contain each of them. We have to get rid of the ego and learn to be better parents for the sake of Khaulas.