AMY
How else was I going to explain that I felt terrible going to the doctor again? It just felt like I had this huge sickness that I was taking care of.
This past week had felt like I was a burden and even during the dinner yesterday, it was glaring that I was not happy. Even my mother asked me countless times yesterday if I was okay, but I lied that I was fine.
I mean, how could I tell them that I was not happy or the cause of my happiness? How could I tell them that I wanted children and that it was hard trying to get one, and I didn't even know the exact cause of it?
The sterile scent of the hospital rushed through my nose as we stepped into the hospital. I didn't like visiting the hospital, not for any reason, but because I didn't like the strong scent. It was a pathetic reason
