I decided to become a surrogate mother for my sister, but when the baby was born and my mother saw it, she froze and then whispered, “Oh no… here we go again.”
Since childhood, my sister had dreamed of getting married and having at least three children. She imagined a warm home filled with children’s laughter, while I always wanted to focus on my career.
At first, everything went as we hoped: she got married, and I found a good job after my studies. But unfortunately, my sister couldn’t have children. For seven long years, she tried everything, without success.
She was especially devastated when the doctor told her that a pregnancy could seriously endanger her health. After seeing her in such despair, I decided to become a surrogate mother for her.
The pregnancy went smoothly. The delivery went well, and the baby was healthy. My sister was overjoyed.
Then our mother came to see us. When she approached and saw the baby, she froze, then whispered, “Oh my God… it’s happening again.”
I stood motionless as I heard my mother’s trembling voice.
She sighed deeply and looked at the child as if she were seeing a ghost from the past.
“This baby… he looks like your brother.”
Silence fell over the room.
My brother had died after birth in circumstances that no one ever clearly discussed.
I had only heard fragments: an accident, a difficult pregnancy, and a trauma that was never processed.
My mother sat down, trembling, and finally confessed that the loss of her first child had been so painful that she had always feared that “history would repeat itself” in our family.
My sister gently took his hand and said,
“This time, he’s alive. And we’re going to heal, together.”
And for the first time, I saw my mother cry without taking her eyes off the baby.
