"I..."

My aunt's eyes looked just like Dad's, and every time I saw them, it hit me hard.

When she asked me that, I just lost it. Buried my face in her arms, crying my eyes out. "I... I lost my baby, Aunt. He already had little hands and feet... but I couldn't keep him safe. I couldn't protect him!"

My aunt kept rubbing my back real gentle. "Oh honey, babies and life - they're all about timing. It's not on you. Just wasn't meant to be right ...