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“Mom… please… I’m about to give birth.”
I clutched the edge of the sofa, sweat soaking through my dress, a sharp pain tearing through my lower back. My contractions were less than five minutes apart. I could barely breathe, barely think.
My mother, Karen, didn’t even stand up. She glanced at her watch with irritation, as if I were making her late for something trivial.
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