Yesterday, I was watching Extreme Makeover with my Dutch family over Saturday dinner.
The story was of a pregnant woman whose husband had a heart attack and died while going out of their house to call for help as his wife was on labor.
That night her baby was born.
It has been 1 and a half year already since her husband died and her baby was born in the show. Extreme Makeover came to make her and her husband’s dream a reality – build a fairy tale like home with a barn and a farm for them and their children.
She was crying the whole time. I can really feel her pain. And so I cried.
Then my Z came to me and placed her arm around my neck and her face to my face.
“Mama, don’t cry. Niet huilen , Mama. Please?”
Then I smiled.