I assumed it was just part of getting older. Then I started wearing loose dresses because my old clothes no longer fit.
But soon, my belly became so enormous that even my neighbors started staring at me in disbelief.
One afternoon, my daughter-in-law, Sarah, came to visit.
She stared at my belly for a long moment before suddenly asking:
“Mom, I’m sorry to ask, but have you seen a doctor recently?”
“Why?”
“Because this isn’t normal. You really need to get checked.”
I laughed.
“Sarah, I’m eighty years old! What on earth do you think could be happening to me?”
But three nights later, I woke up to a sensation I hadn’t experienced in more than fifty years.
It felt as though something was moving inside my belly.
I froze.
Slowly, I placed my hand on my stomach.
A few seconds later, I felt the movement again.
