For ten long years, she waited. Every day was filled with prayers, longing, and silent tears. When she finally became pregnant, it was as if her heart could finally breathe. But fate intervened cruelly. Her baby boy, her long-awaited joy, passed away at birth due to suffocation and a heart problem.
Grief consumed her entirely. For three years, she wandered through the depths of despair, her mind trapped in a haze of loss. Her husband, despite his broken heart, could no longer cope with her anguish and sent her to an asylum, hoping she would find some peace there.
Days turned into weeks and months. Then, one morning, a young woman entered her life at the asylum. She didn’t push or pry. She simply sat beside her every day, speaking in a soft voice, sharing kindness and stories. Slowly, the fog began to lift.
One day, she woke up with a startling realization—she was not crazy. She was grieving. With the young woman’s help, she left the asylum and returned to her home. Surrounded by memories, she wept until exhaustion took her.
Then, she saw her—a little girl walking toward her with a radiant smile. The girl looked familiar, like her lost son. She reached out, desperate to embrace her, only to find the child vanish before her eyes. It was a hallucination, but it changed something in her. The child’s smile reminded her of hope.
She began to heal, slowly but surely. Then, one day, her husband returned. His face was tired, his clothes worn, but his love for her remained unchanged. With tears in his eyes, he confessed, “I’ve never left you. I watched over you every day from a distance. I saved everything I could to give you hope again.”
Together, they rebuilt their lives. A year later, they were blessed with a beautiful baby girl, whom they named Blue Gift—a symbol of hope and happiness, a reminder that even in the deepest sorrow, the light of joy can still be found.
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