Hidden Struggles Behind a Dream of Surgery

Last night, I dreamt I was in an operating room, about to undergo a cesarean section.
It felt so real—the sterile smell, the beeping monitors, and the eager anticipation of finally holding my own baby.
Yet upon waking up, my chest felt empty; it hit me how distant that hope sometimes seems.
Life’s strange, isn’t it?
Chasing dreams that are just out of reach while I keep pushing through each day with a tiny spark of hope for someday.