05/31/2013 is a very special date for me and my husband André, it is the day our baby Kevin was born. After 12 hours of labor in the hospital, we finally heard him cry, we saw him for the first time and there is nothing like this feeling. André and I met about two years ago at the Sorbonne University of Paris. I was 21 and studying languages ​​and he was 22 and studying journalism. I was late for my class and I was in a hurry, I didn't look where I was going and I came across him by chance, all my books fell like in the movies, I looked at him, he was very handsome, he had blond hair, emerald green eyes and perfect bones. I excused myself, grabbed my books and rushed to my class. I thought that was the last time I would see him again, well, except maybe at a Calvin Klein underwear campaign, but not in person. Fortunately I was wrong, the next day we ran into each other again in a small café near the university, he recognized me, and asked if he could sit with me, I accepted. We clicked right away, we talked about our classes, our teachers, our friends and where we came from, at first I was a little hesitant if I should tell him that I was Jewish from Israel because of all the anti-Semites in France, but I was and still am proud of who I am, so I told him, and I was delighted when he told me that he was Jewish too. After talking for a full two hours, he realized he was late for an appointment, so we exchanged numbers and went our separate ways. From that day on, we started seeing each other regularly but only as friends, I fell in love with him very quickly, he was intelligent, funny, charismatic, handsome and he always made me feel better. The problem is that he...... middle of paper ......ndré worked as a security guard but in December he finished his journalism degree. The next three months were full of news, André was hired by the French sports newspaper "L'Equipe" to be their new reporter, we were able to buy a beautiful apartment on the outskirts of Paris, it was not as beautiful and good location like our old apartment but it was better for the baby. I had to drop out of university and unfortunately I was unable to complete my studies. I was very happy for André, he was successful, he had a good job and he was a great partner, supportive and caring! But I couldn't help but be jealous, he was a respected journalist at just 23, while I was just a receptionist at a small hotel. And the worst part was knowing that your child's life would be pretty good given the circumstances and it's not because of you, and that feeling really hurts..