Two years

I still remember this day, two days back when I was in a store looking for twin stroller. There was still a week for my elective procedure and I had just started buying things for my twins. Little did I knew that I would go into labor within 12 hours and that my boy would die eight days later. In these two years of joy and sorrow, every time I have laughed for my daughter, I have cried for my son. I have wished him to be alive, to play with his sister. I have wished for him to be here or else to have never been. Every time I visit baby stores, the trip hurts me. It hurts me for the child I lost.