I Agreed to Carry My Sister’s Baby – But When He Was Born, My Mom Took One Look at Him and Cried, ‘Oh God… Not Again’

look at him.”

I looked.

He had a full head of dark hair, a tiny furrow between his brows, and the calmest expression I had ever seen on a newborn.

“He’s gorgeous,” I whispered.

For one suspended moment, the world felt exactly right.

Then the door opened.

My mother walked in holding yellow roses and a small gift bag.

Her smile was bright, but too tight.

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