Aaron
Since the day we lost our baby, I started to feel that I was also losing my wife little by little.
"Daddy, I want to go with Mom." My daughter doesn't understand what's happening. She only knows it's something bad.
"Not now, sweetheart. Mom doesn't feel well." She shrugs and goes back to playing. I leave her with the nanny and head to the bedroom. Myriam is sitting by the window, just staring into the distance. I approach her and sit on the floor at her feet. I rest my head on her lap and feel her start to sob.
"Don't cry anymore, love. It tears me apart to see you like this. It's been three months. Let our baby go," I tell her, but she can't control herself. I'm thinking that maybe the best thing would be for her to receive professional help. She can't keep going like this. She
