Jenna wanted five kids. Career-oriented people like us did not have five kids. One was a luxury. I didn’t run or pass out. Pushing my chair away from the table, I got down on one knee. There was no speech. There was no ring. All I had was half a receipt in my hand that I unfolded to reveal my number—five. Life didn’t care about our desires or dreams. We realized it after seven years of trying to conceive a child. That one child of ours isn’t a luxury. She’s a gift and a symbol.
Fuck
