After four long years of endurance and hardships, and at the end of the day, I still ended up divorced. Eight months ago, I thought I gained nothing from my marriage to Lance, but holding my daughter, Bella, in my arms made me realized that she was the blessing born from my pain. Bella yawned, opening her small toothless mouth and I smiled as her tiny hand gripped my finger. I remembered the labor vividly; the pain was far more intense than what my mom told me about. But what I was thankful for was that I gave birth to her successfully with no complications, and we were both healthy. The door opened, and Mom entered, carrying a tray of food. "How are you?" She asked, and I smiled. "She is fine," I replied, showing Bella to Mom but Mom immediately turned away, refusing to look at her. "I asked about you, not her," she said coldly. "But Mom, how long will you continue like this? This child also shares your blood but you and Dad treating her this way isn't fair," I lamented softly a
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