The Day My Son Was Born

The 31/05/2013 is a very special date for me and my husband André, it is the day our baby Kevin was born. After 12 hours of labour in the hospital, we finally heard him cry, we got to see him for the first time and there is nothing that can be compared to that feeling.

André and I met about two years ago in Sorbonne University of Paris, I was 21 years old and studied languages and he was 22 years old and studied Journalism. I was late for my class and was in a hurry, I didn’t look where I was going and I accidentally bumped into him, all my books fell just like in the movies, I looked at him, he was very handsome, he had blond hair, eyes of emerald green and a perfect bone structure. I apologized picked up my books and rushed over to my class, I figured it was the last time I will ever see him again, well except maybe on a Calvin Klein underwear campaign but not in person. Fortunately I was wrong, the next day we bumped into each other again in a small coffee near the university, he recognized me, and asked if he could seat with me, I agreed. We immediately clicked, we talked about our courses, teachers, friends and our origin, at first I was a bit hesitant if I should tell him that I was a Jew from Israel because of all the Anti-Semitic people in France, but I was and still am proud of who I am, and so I told him, and I was thrilled when he told me that he was Jewish too. After talking for two whole hours, he noticed that he was late for an appointment, so we exchanged numbers and went each one his different way. Since that day we started seeing each other regularly but only as friends, I fell in love with him very quickly, he was smart, funny, charismatic, good looking and he always made me feel better. The problem was that he...

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...ndré worked as a security guard but in December finished his journalism degree. The next three months were packed with news, André was a hired by the French sports newspaper "L'equipe" to be their new reporter, we were able to buy a nice apartment in the outskirts of Paris, it wasn’t as beautiful and well located as our old apartment but it was better for the baby. I had to drop out of the university, sadly I didn’t manage to finish my degree. I was very happy for André, he was successful, he had a good job, and he was a great partner, supporting and caring! But I couldn’t help myself from being jealous, he was a respected news reporter at the age of only 23, while I was just a receptionist in a small hotel. And the worst thing was knowing your child's life will be pretty good considering the circumstances and it's not thanks to you, and that feeling really hurts.