Today is a perfect Sunday morning. I went to Ongpin Street to buy something. I met my monstrous obgyne secretary along the way. It was just a coincidence. Why? Should there be a reason for everybody's existence?
In fairness, I don't have grutch against her. I just hate her boss. We had a little chit chat. Why I left with teary eyes again? So what, if autoimmune disorder is karma? So what, if I have bad karma?
Being infertile doesn't make me a second class citizen. I surrender to my fate. I don't want to regret in the future why I did not struggle to overcome infertility.
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