Chapter 2 - The Unborn Child

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. The pain that once consumed her slowly faded away, but the memory of the child she never had lingered on. She tried to move on, to fill the void in her life with other things, but nothing could replace the love she had for the child she never held.

She started writing letters to him, pouring her heart out in every word. She would talk to him as if he were there with her, telling him about her day, her hopes, and her fears. It was a way for her to connect with him, to keep his memory alive.

Years went by, and the letters kept coming. She wrote about everything, from her new job to her travels around the world. She even wrote about her new relationships, but none of them could replace the love she had for her unborn child.

One day, while cleaning out her attic, she came across a small box that she had forgotten about. Inside was a collection of old photographs, and as she looked through them, she came across a picture of herself pregnant. The memories came flooding back, and she couldn't help but feel the pain and sadness once again.

As she sat there, tears streaming down her face, she heard a voice whisper, "Mama."

She looked around, but no one was there. She heard it again, "Mama, it's me, your child."

She closed her eyes and felt a warm embrace around her. When she opened them again, she saw a small boy standing in front of her. It was her son, the one she had never held.

He smiled at her and said, "I'm always with you, Mama. You don't need to write me letters anymore because I'm right here."

She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her son was alive, and he was standing right in front of her. She reached out to touch him, but her hand went right through him.

He laughed and said, "I'm not really here, Mama. I'm just a memory, but I'll always be with you."

And with that, he disappeared, leaving her with a sense of peace and closure she had never felt before.

From that day on, she no longer wrote letters to her son. Instead, she talked to him every day, knowing that he was always listening. She knew that he was her guardian angel, watching over her and guiding her through life.

The pain of losing her child never fully went away, but she had found a way to keep his memory alive and to find comfort in knowing that he was always with her.