When My Daughter First Held Her Newborn Sister, One Moment Altered Everything
The hospital room was calm in that fragile, suspended way that only exists after a birth. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic, machines hummed softly, and exhaustion weighed on my body as I rested against the pillows. But my attention was fixed on the edge of the bed, where my four-year-old daughter, Lina, sat cross-legged…