My husband rushed off to work, leaving me to take our baby stroller for a walk. Our son, Maxim, and I went to the park. Surprisingly, there was no one else there except for a girl playing with her one-year-old baby.
The baby was just learning to walk and would often stumble and sit down on the pavement. I watched him from a distance, imagining how Maxim would be doing the same at his age. When the girl passed by me, our eyes met. She stopped beside me and said, “Svitlana, hello. I’m so glad to see you.”
I was surprised because I didn’t know the girl. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know you,” I replied, feeling bewildered. “You probably don’t remember me. We were both in the same hospital a little over a year ago. You saved my life back then,” she explained.
“Oh, Olena, dear, you’ve changed so much. What a wonderful child you have,” I said. We talked for a while, and when she left, I remembered the time when I had my first miscarriage. I was placed in a room with expectant mothers, and Olena was there too. She refused to feed her own baby and wanted to give her child away to an orphanage. I talked to her back then, and I found out that she had accidentally become pregnant at 17.
The guy disappeared, and her parents threatened to throw her and the baby out if she brought them home. When her parents came to visit her in the hospital, I ran to my sister and convinced her to bring her baby to show the grandparents. I thought their hearts would melt when they saw him, and that’s exactly what happened. The grandfather took his grandson in his arms and said, “He looks just like me!” They took the baby home.
Now, Olena has met a good man who accepted her child. Her parents couldn’t be happier with their grandchild. After my miscarriage, I became pregnant again after three months because I was ready to adopt Olena’s son if she had decided to give him up. I’m glad everything turned out well for both of us.