Abandoned at Birth
Language: en
The first thing I saw when my eyes opened was my mother, quietly placing me in the incubator next to my own. “Mom, hurry up before someone sees,” my brother whispered from the doorway. “I only want Ruby to be my sister.” My mother nodded, then lifted the other baby from the incubator. As she turned to leave, her eyes met mine. I stared back at her, silent. I didn’t cry. I just watched. A flicker of guilt crossed her face before her expression hardened. “Grace,” she whispered, turning her back on me. “Don’t you dare blame me for this.” “This time,” she said, her voice a strained whisper,…