My marriage to my wife progressed rapidly. When I saw her at a summer cafe while out for lunch, I couldn’t help but ask her, “Can I get to know you?” She declined, but she had no idea how persistent I was, so I proposed to her a year later. We had long pursuits building up to that, and then we started dating, and everything about our relationship was great.
We had a great mutual love, and after six months of marriage, my wife informed me that we were expecting a child. “I’m pregnant,” she exclaimed, beaming. “I’m so happy!” I exclaimed as I hugged her fiercely. I indulged my wife and fulfilled all of her wishes throughout the pregnancy. We rushed to tell our parents the good news, but my father-in-law was not thrilled. “Do whatever you want, we don’t care,” he declared. But I was so excited that I didn’t notice their reaction.
The pregnancy went smoothly, and all of the ultrasounds were clear. My wife’s labor, on the other hand, was arduous; she struggled for 10 hours, but in the end, we delivered a baby boy. My weary wife slept soundly after the birth. I sat by her side the entire time till the doctor came in. “Congratulations on the birth of your child.
But I have some bad news for you. The baby’s spine was injured during labor. Regrettably, he may become crippled. We will understand if you decide not to retain him,” the doctor stated regretfully. “How could this have happened?” “Were the tests satisfactory?” I inquired. “Unfortunately, it occurred, despite the fact that it is a rare occurrence.” Are you willing to put up with this for the rest of your life? “Think about what I said,” the doctor said.
Upon learning this news, my father-in-law reacted immediately. He sent a text message saying, “Don’t count on our help.” It was very disappointing because, besides them, we didn’t have anyone else. I had no family, but that’s another story. That’s when we realized we could only rely on each other. It was fortunate that my wife and I stayed together during such difficult times. Little Makar was just like any other child, except he couldn’t walk or sit. One day, while we were at a playground with him, a grandmother approached us and said she sympathized with us and knew someone who could help.
It turned out that there was a village nearby where a folk healer lived, and she said she could help us. The next day, we took Makar to her. A miracle happened within a few months, and our son started walking. Now he’s just like any other child. Makar started going to daycare, we enrolled him in dance classes, and he loves attending them.
Sometime later, my father-in-law came to ask for help in treating his son, who was injured in a car accident, the same son who once told us not to expect any help from him. My wife simply said, “We don’t need your apologies. You erased us and our child from your life, so now we’re erasing you. Don’t count on our help.”