My Child or the World ; A Choice I Wish I Never Had to Make

The world is quiet now. Too quiet. I sit by the window, staring at the sky that once gave me hope. But today, it feels like it’s watching me, waiting for my answer. They say my child carries the cure, the only one that can stop this deadly pandemic. But for that cure to work, I have to let go. Completely. No return. No second chance. And worst of all, I’ll never have another child again. The question they ask me sounds simple: will I give up my one and only child to save the world? But nothing about this is simple

I became a mother not just by birth but by love, sacrifice, and sleepless nights. I’ve held that tiny hand through fevers, first steps, and endless questions about the stars. How do you look into the eyes of someone who trusts you completely and tell them you're choosing the world over them? How do you let go of the very heartbeat that kept you alive on your darkest days?

Some might call it selfish, but if you were in my shoes, would you let go of your child just like that?

The scientists, the doctors, the leaders, they all look at me like I’m holding the key to life. But I’m just a parent, torn between duty and love. The world sees numbers, lives, data. I see my baby, who still holds inger when scared

Yet, I can't pretend the weight of the world isn't real. Millions are dying. Families are being ripped apart. Children are becoming orphans. The same pain I fear for myself is already being felt by so many others. If I say no, what does that make me? A mother who protected her child or a woman who let the world burn?

And then there's my child, who despite their young age asked me, “Mum, if I can help, should I?” That broke me. Because that pure heart, the one I raised, still thinks of others before self. It made me question if I’m trying to protect my child, or protect myself from the pain of losing them

So I ask myself; what kind of world would I be saving if I choose not to act? Would it still be a place my child would be proud to live in, if they were here?

I still don’t have an answer I’m at peace with. But if loving deeply means hurting deeply, then this might be the price of love. And maybe… just maybe… love sometimes means letting go, not for the world, but for the world my child believed in

I'm not going to say what my decision will be with my mouth, but if you read my contents deeply and understand, then you'll already know what I'll likely decide on

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