A Family Divided


The father began to observe the growing connection between his wife and the newborn more closely. She seemed happy—singing, cuddling, and doting on the child like any loving mother. It made him hesitate to question anything at all.

But then there was his son—still quiet, still distant. He refused to hold the baby or even talk to her. “That’s not my sister,” he repeated like a mantra. Each time those words were spoken, the father’s doubt grew sharper, cutting into any illusion of peace.

Advertisements
Advertisements