By Laura HarrissAssociated PressThe last time I saw her was the day after she gave birth to her daughter, Lili.
I wasn’t sure how to react.
I was still reeling from what I’d just experienced, the fact that Lili was pregnant with a boy, even if I didn’t know that I was.
Lili’s birth was the final straw.
She told me that I’d helped her father conceive a son that would be born a girl, and she was desperate to stop the pregnancy.
I asked her if she wanted to give birth.
She said yes, but she couldn’t.
We’d been told that if we did give birth, it would be like giving birth to a baby girl, but Lili’s body was just too gross.
I wasn’t ready for a birth like that.
I was in shock, I said, and Lili looked me right in the eye and said, “No, I don’t want a boy.
I want a girl.”
The last thing I wanted was to let her down, she told me.
She had just given birth to my first daughter, a girl who was five months old.
It was hard for me to understand, but I knew that my daughter would have a great future and would have an amazing life.
It made sense to me.
I told her I didn