I Paid for Baby Formula for a Struggling Mom of Three – the Next Day, a Soldier Knocked on My Door

I wasn’t. How could I be?

The divorce papers came a month later. Last I heard, he’d moved two states away with someone younger, someone without the weight of dead children in her eyes.

I stopped going to places with kids. Stopped attending family gatherings. Stopped answering when friends called to “check in.”

The sound of a baby crying could drop me to my knees. It didn’t matter where I was. Grocery store, parking lot, even just a TV commercial. That sound ripped straight through me, like my body still believed I had a child to soothe, even though my arms were empty.

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