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’

careful.

“My grandson,” she said warmly. “Where is he?”

Claire turned, beaming.

“Mom, come meet him.”

Mom stepped closer and looked down at the baby.

The roses slipped from her fingers and fell soundlessly to the floor.

All the color drained from her face.

“Mom?” I whispered.

She clapped a shaking hand over her mouth.

“Oh God,” she breathed. “Not again.”

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