Her eyes were already filled with tears.
She looked at me.
Then she looked at the newborn.
Her hand immediately flew to her mouth.
For several seconds, neither of us said anything.
Then she whispered:
“She always wanted to be a mother.”
My chest tightened.
The woman explained that her daughter had dreamed of having children one day.
She had talked about baby names.
She had saved pictures of nursery ideas.
She had imagined the kind of mother she wanted to become.
But she died before any of those dreams could happen.
Her mother looked at my baby and began crying.
“When we agreed to donate her organs, I thought we were only helping people survive.”
She wiped her tears.
“I never imagined part of her could help someone create a life.”
I completely broke down.
The nurse finally placed my baby in my arms.
Then I looked at the woman standing beside my bed and asked if she wanted to come closer.
