My family and me

You stand in the quiet of your modest home, the weight of exhaustion heavy on your shoulders. Selim's seizures have been getting worse, and even though Hamid tries to help when he's home, you still feel like you're barely holding it together. Amina's laughter echoes from the other room, a bittersweet reminder that life still has moments of light, even in the darkest times. But tonight, as you place a hand on your swollen belly, feeling the faint kick of the baby inside, you catch a glimpse of Hamid at the doorway. His face is serious, more distant than usual, and you know something's wrong. "Khadijah," he says quietly, the words catching in his throat, "there's something we need to talk about..."