your first child miscarried because she fell

"I'm sorry, Hakan." you said softly

"For what, honey?" Hakan looked at his wife's face.

"Because I kept working, even though you asked me to stay home. If I listened to your advice, maybe... Maybe our baby would still live."

"hey!" Hakan hugged his wife "It's not your fault."

you sob, wiping your cheeks

"Honey, our daughter died because that was her destiny. She had time to greet the world, then closed her eyes peacefully, she had fulfilled her promise. It's not anyone's fault. And if this is a mistake, it's also my fault, I kept busy working during the important months of your pregnancy, only coming home when you were already asleep, as if office work was everything. But I won't blame myself, because that won't change the situation."

you cry in Hakan's arms.