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~Zoe~ “Wait, did I hear you right? Did you just say that you’re happy you lost your baby?” I nodded with a smile on my face. I was sure I looked maniacal, but I couldn’t stop my lips from curving into a smile and remaining like that. “Excuse me for asking, but are you feeling alright?” Was that a polite way of her asking if I was mentally okay? Because if that was what she was asking, the answer was that I was perfectly okay even though it didn’t look like it. “Do you not understand? Your baby is dead. The baby you carried in your womb for about a month is gone. Like, you can never see your baby again” She said the words slowly and emphatically like I was a person who didn’t know what English was. I knew the gravity of the situation very well. “I understand what it means to lose