First time I heard my baby's heart was to be operated, my heart was broken for her.
From what I heard from them, she had not always been the healthiest of young children. She was often ill. Poor baby.
Soon I persuaded myself to take another break from work. I had to be there for her.
My temp eyes bugged out when she found out I was to take more time off work. How much I'd wished that it was Angela stationed on that desk than her.
But Angela was enjoying postnatal bliss.
Angela's baby was six months old the other week. She had a healthy baby girl, her third child. I felt jealous the day we met up.
I wanted to see my own baby healthy.