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 that can compare to that feeling. André and I met about two years ago at the Sorbonne University in Paris. I was 21 and studying languages ​​and he was 22 and studying journalism. I was late for class and I was in a hurry, I didn't look where I was going and I accidentally ran into him, I dropped all the books just like in the movies, I looked at him, he was very handsome, he had blond hair, green eyes emerald and a perfect bone structure. I excused myself, grabbed my books and ran to class, I thought it was the last time I would see him, well except maybe for a Calvin Klein underwear campaign but not in person. Luckily I was wrong, the next day we met again in a small cafe near the university, he recognized me and asked if he could sit with me, I accepted. We immediately hit it off, we talked about our courses, professors, friends and where we came from. At first I was a little hesitant if I had to tell him that I was an Israeli Jew because of all the anti-Semitic people in France, but I was and am still proud of who I am, and so I told him, and was thrilled when he told me 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 smart, funny, charismatic, good looking and always made me feel better. The problem was that he... middle of paper ......ndré worked as a security guard but in December he graduated in journalism. The following three months were full of news, André was hired by the French sports newspaper "L'equipe" as a new reporter, we were able to buy a nice apartment on the outskirts of Paris, it wasn't as nice and well located as our old apartment but it was better for the baby. I had to drop out of university, unfortunately I wasn't able to finish my degree. I was very happy for André, he was successful, had a good job and was a great partner, supportive and caring! But I couldn't help but be jealous, he was an esteemed journalist at just 23 years old, while I was just a receptionist in a small hotel. And the worst thing was knowing that your child's life was going to be very good considering the circumstances and not because of you, and that feeling really hurts.