My marriage with my wife progressed quickly.
When I saw her in a summer café during lunch, I couldn’t help but ask her, “Can I get to know you?” She refused, but she had no idea about my persistence, so I proposed to her a year later.
We had long discussions before getting to that point, and once we started dating, everything about our relationship was wonderful.
We loved each other deeply, and after six months of marriage, my wife announced that we were expecting a child. “I’m pregnant,” she exclaimed, radiant. “I’m so happy!” I replied, kissing her passionately. I pleased my wife and fulfilled all her wishes throughout the pregnancy.
We quickly shared the good news with our parents, but my father-in-law was not thrilled. “Do as you please; we don’t care,” he said. But I was so excited that I didn’t notice their reaction.
The pregnancy went smoothly, and all the ultrasounds were clear. My wife’s labor process was challenging; she struggled for 10 hours, but we eventually gave birth to a baby boy.
My wife, exhausted, fell into a deep sleep after giving birth. I stayed by her side until the doctor arrived.
“Congratulations on the birth of your child. But I have some bad news to deliver.
The baby’s spine was damaged during delivery. Unfortunately, he may become disabled. We’ll understand if you decide not to keep him,” the doctor regretfully stated. “How could this happen? Were the exams satisfactory?” I asked. “Unfortunately, it happened, even though it’s a rare occurrence.
Are you prepared to deal with this for the rest of your life? Think about what I’ve said,” the doctor told me.
Upon hearing this news, my father-in-law immediately reacted.
He sent a text message saying, “Don’t count on our help.” It was very disappointing because, apart from them, we had no one else.
I had no family, but that’s another story. It was at that moment that we realized we could only rely on each other.
Fortunately, my wife and I stayed together during these challenging times. Little Makar was like any other child, except he couldn’t walk or sit.
One day, while we were at a playground with him, a grandmother approached us and told us she sympathized with us and knew someone who could help us.
It turned out there was a nearby village where a folk healer lived, and she said she could assist us.
The next day, we took Makar to her. A miracle happened in just a few months, and our son started walking.
Today, he is like any other child. Makar started attending daycare, we enrolled him in dance classes, and he loves participating in them.
Sometime later, my father-in-law came seeking help to treat his son, who had a car accident, the same son who once told us not to expect any help from him.
My wife simply said, “We don’t need your apologies. You erased us from your life, us and our child, so now we’re erasing you. Don’t count on our help.”
