Every night, my daughter called me crying, begging me to come for her. The next
had succumbed to the unrelenting pressure and anguish that haunted her in those early postpartum days. The weight of her suffering was more than she could bear alone, and without warning, the world had become too heavy a burden for her. Alongside her, in the second coffin, lay her newborn son, Avi, whose life ended…
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