I always wanted to be a mother. And now I finally have a chance.

Nine months passed for her like a single moment. Every day she talked to her unborn child, caressed her belly, imagined how she would hold the baby in her arms.

And then the day of delivery came. She walked into the hospital room, her hands resting on her rounded belly, and smiled at the doctor.

— Doctor, I think my time has come…

The young doctor looked at her more closely and frowned. He asked her to lie down, examined her — and suddenly turned pale. He called in a colleague, then another. They whispered at the bedside, exchanged glances, and finally one of them said: