My Spring Never Came On Time

After my second pregnancy, the whole family treated it like a crisis. My mother-in-law quit my job for me, and my mother moved into the house. The entire household watched me eat, watched me sleep, watched everything. I was like a piece of fragile porcelain. Carefully locked away in a cabinet by them. Terrified of the smallest slip. But even with all that care. I still miscarried in the fifth month of my pregnancy.