I Carried a Baby for My Twin Sister—But the Moment She Saw the Newborn, She Stepped Back and Said, “This Is Not the Child We Wanted”
When Samantha first asked me to carry the pregnancy, I thought sisterhood meant:
If I can do this, maybe I should.
After two years of refusal, I stopped asking:
Do I want to?
And started asking:
How can I keep saying no when she hurts this much?
That is not the same question.
I still own my yes.