I knew this day would come

I knew this day would come when finally all my sisters become mothers. My little sister told me a few weeks ago that she’s expecting. Her and her husband are thrilled. I’m so excited for her. I really am. If you’re reading this, please don’t be harsh on me.

The sad part for me is that I knew this day would come, when finally all my sisters would have a “mini-me”, a biological mini version of them, with their genes. I wouldn’t. I can’t. I’m infertile. I thought I had grieved and overcome this chapter in my life. But the flood banks have reopened.

I never thought I would feel this way.