The Unexpected Gift

She sat down with a heavy heart on the edge of her luxurious king size bed holding her reports weakly between her fingers. Tears streaming down her face flooding her heart. Every word of the report slicing her heart a million times. The smell of luxurious linens that once felt like the first rain showers to her were now nauseating.  Everything, even her own existence was now piercing her soul. She screamed in pain, her mourning tearing apart the stillness of the night.

“Why God why” She squirmed in pain, “why am I to pay such price? And for what? You gave me everything and then robbed me of your greatest blessing. You have robbed me of everything. You cheated on me. Why did you deprive me of my complete womanhood? Why can’t I be a mother God? Why not? What did I do to deserve such punishment? You can’t do this to me. I will not accept it.”

Her palms bled through her clenched fist but she could not feel the pain. She became numb to all the other sufferings in front of the one she was going through now. It has been six years and yet that report could make her bleed like anything. She had been heavenly happily married for three years. Both of them loved each other like they had never loved ever. Her mother in law was the Goddess in disguise, a mother she had lost when she was mere two years old. Her sister in law never loved her any less. In fact, everyone in the family loved her like she was their own blood. She felt complete. They lived a life everyone else dreamed of for a year, and then they decided to have a kid. They waited and tried for a year. Then started the painful and viscous circle of visits to doctors, checkups, tests, medications and then more tests and more medications, but the results were always the same. By the end they stood where they started. One fateful day the best gynecologist in town declared that there is nothing more they could do, that she could never bear a child, that she could not be a mother ever and that changed everything. Her entire world came crashing down around her. Every one’s behavior changed. She, who was once loved dearly, now meant nothing to them. Tensions grew and she was made to leave the house, the house she vowed to leave only after her death. By the grace of God she was self-dependent. To the world she was a woman of substance and strength, but inside the walls of her house she was a broken and lonely woman. She had everything yet nothing.

After the sleepless night, she patched up her face with layers of makeup and got ready to face the world with the other side of her. She felt as if she was living two parallel lives. She splashed some rose water on her eyes before she sat back behind the wheels of the BMW, a car that everyone crave and admire and yet can’t have. She could own an army of chauffeurs but she loved to drive. Her mind kept switching from the day’s schedule to her reports. Her eyes burned from all that crying but still the memory of that report clouded her eyes. She did not notice a pregnant lady crossing the street. The sound of screeching tires sent her off the balance and she got hurt. She saw her bleeding and hurriedly took her to hospital. Doctors said she needs surgery, so her family was needed to be informed before they start on her.

She tried to find and contact her family but could not find any. It came as she had no family, she had been living alone. Her neighbors were her only support. She fulfilled all the formalities for her and paid her expenses. She prayed to God that the woman does not lose her baby for she knew only too well what it meant to not have a child. After a long wait doctors came out,

“I am sorry ma’am but we could not save the lady; however the child survived, though a little injured. She will be fine.”

She did not know whether to mourn or rejoice, thinking the only family that the new born had was also gone. But all her confusions went out through the window when doctors gave in to her hands the little angel. Her hands trembled as she held her. At that one moment she knew that God had finally found a way to complete her. She knew what she had to do to give that newborn what she needed the most- her mother.  It took few days, long long days to fulfill the formalities of adoption, but when finally the baby doll was given a name with her surname, it was an unexpected celebration for her. 

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