I was walking among rows and rows of cribs.
Extremely skinny children with Down syndrome were in those cribs.
I was on a class trip and I kept telling my classmates that they didn't understand what they were seeing.
I was the only one that understood.
I was able to hold a few children. A few smiled at me. I worked so hard for those smiles. I told the caregivers what the children needed to thrive and prove societal opinions wrong.
When I woke, I tried to remember as least one face. I wanted it to be a sign that my future child is waiting for me. That God has already picked a child for me.
But I couldn't remember a single face.