I stood still for a few moments, listening to his footsteps slowly fading away. The air in the kitchen felt dense, and it seemed like every object around me was looking at me with a question. I felt a cold fear creeping down my spine. My belly pulsed gently, and the thought of the baby stifled any other emotion.
In the following days, the house felt empty, even though Alisa was laughing and playing among the paintings. But her laughter couldn’t chase away the emptiness in my gaze. Kola no longer came home early, and his messages were short and cold. Every evening, I would sit by the crib, caressing the smooth wood and imagining how my baby would fall asleep there, safe, unaware of the storm brewing in our lives.
Lesia was always by my side. Sometimes she brought food, other times she just sat and listened. One evening, when it was drizzling outside and the wind was blowing through the branches of the trees in the yard, Lesia said:
— Karin, you need to make a decision. You can’t wait forever. The baby needs peace, and you need support.
I knew she was right. The next morning, I packed my things and Alisa’s. I left the crib ready and went to my parents’ house, feeling the burden on my soul lighten a little.
Weeks passed, and Kola came to see us once. He looked at the pink crib, then at Alisa, then at me. And for the first time in a long time, his eyes filled with regret. He tried to talk, to explain, but his words faded in the face of my determination.
On the day I gave birth to our little girl, everything changed. Alisa held her sister’s hand, and I watched as the two girls laughed together, carefree, without shadows. In that moment, I felt a deep peace, stronger than any lost love. Our home was once again filled with color, not from paintings, but from smiles and hope.
And finally, I understood that true life does not lie in empty promises or in people who leave, but in the courage to move forward, to love, and to protect what truly matters. The pink crib was no longer just an object — it was a symbol of the beginning of a new, bright life, where each day brought with it the promise of happiness.
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