We Gazed in Silence, Only Tears in a Thousand Rows

The day my husband carried a three-year-old boy home, my mother-in-law knelt down in front of me. She said the child was the only flesh and blood my late brother-in-law had left in this world. "The boy's mother can't be trusted. If you won't raise him, he really will end up an orphan." My heart softened, and I took the child into our home. For seven years I was busy caring for him, and even my own plans to have a baby got put off again and again.