*Luna*
I cried.
For the last 24 hours, I cried. Not out of pain, which, by the way, was an instant reminder of my fragile state, not even out of fear, knowing that my time with my babies secured inside my womb was limited and fast coming to an end. No. I cried out of happiness, although I tried to mask it. I didn't think I would see a small glimmer of hope in such a cruel time in such a dark hour. Italy gave it to me, and although the glimmer was so small that it was almost invisible, I clung to it like a lifeline. I had nothing to lose after all. Everything dear to me was going to be taken away from me on the day of my planned cesarean section in a few days. But Italy, that brave, young girl, dared to do something I thought was impossible. She showed me heart. She showed me help, and a
