Like every child, my daughter is a gift. But, at first, her life was a hard gift to accept.

‘I can no longer cope with the loneliness. At this point the future could not look any blacker.... I kept thinking I could work my way out of this horrible depression that grips me, but I can’t do it. Please forgive me if I have hurt you....”Minutes after writing these words, my mo

I don’t like placing ashes on babies’ foreheads. But I do it.