Chapter 12 - Our Daughter Was Born Healthy, and the Men Who Once Laughed Outside Clara’s ICU Room Were No Longer There to See the Family They Tried to DestroyOur daughter was born in spring.

Healthy.
Loud.
Perfect.
Clara cried.
I did too.
We named her Elena.
After the child we lost.
And after the hope we found.
Our daughter grew up hearing about her sibling.
The tree remained.
We told her:
“You were wanted.”
“You were loved.”
“You were never a replacement.”
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You can't replace a child.
You can only make room for new love.
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