When my daughter was born, the world didn’t celebrate her.
No one came rushing to the hospital with flowers or balloons. My phone stayed silent — no “Congratulations,” no “She’s beautiful,” no “You must be so happy.”
Instead, there was a heavy silence… and whispers.
Some people looked at her and then looked away. Others tried to smile politely, but I saw it in their eyes — that silent judgment, that cruel curiosity.
“She doesn’t look like the baby we expected.”
“Are you sure she’s okay?”
And the one that broke me the most — “She’s… different
