My name is Emily. I’m 29 years old, and I was born with albinism.
My hair is almost white, my skin is extremely pale, and my eyelashes are so light that they’re barely visible.
All my life, people have stared at me. But I never imagined that one day, something about my appearance would help save my daughter’s life.
My husband, Daniel, and I had waited six years to become parents.
When we finally learned I was pregnant with a girl, we cried with happiness.
We named her Lily.
But during my final week of pregnancy, doctors decided I needed a C-section.
I remember lying on the operating table, feeling terrified and excited.
Then I heard it.
A baby’s cry.
“Congratulations! It’s a girl!” the nurse announced.
“Please, let me see her,” I whispered.
But the doctor immediately interrupted.
“We need to examine the baby first.”
