Twenty Years Ago, I Played Santa for a Little Girl – This Christmas, She Came Back for Me

Twenty years ago, I lost my baby and my husband in one devastating December. The only thing that held me together was buying toys for a little girl at a grocery store. This Christmas Eve, the girl knocked on my door, now grown, with tears in her eyes and a secret that would change everything.

It’s been two decades, and I still remember the way silence rang through my house that December.

No baby cries. No lullabies. Just the ticking of a kitchen clock that didn’t care that my world had shattered.

I was five months pregnant when I lost my baby.

No warnings.

No final kicks.

Just a hospital room filled with cold fluorescent lights and a doctor’s voice trying to be kind. And then, nothing but a crib that stayed empty.

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