Kamila's POV
I am so shattered that I can't even think straight. I don't know what I feel or what I say anymore. I don't even know who I am. God, what did I do to deserve this? First, I almost died with my children, then I struggled alone with a pregnancy and raising them, suffering and crying in secret. And when I finally think I've made it, they kill me inside. Why, Lord? Why the hell don't I deserve it? I don't deserve this, Lord.
I throw things against the mirror, and it shatters. I can't deny that I'm tempted to take a piece and end this damn suffering that's burning my soul. But I can't even die; I don't have the right to leave my children motherless. God, I can't handle this! I cry, pressing a shard of glass into the palm of my hand to see if that pain surpasses the pain in my so
