After losing my newborn son to stillbirth, I returned to work just a week later, trying to hide my pain while my coworkers remained silent. One day, I discovered a receipt for newborn baby shoes in my desk drawer, and my heart sank, thinking it was a cruel joke. But when I turned it over, I found a heartfelt message from a colleague who had also experienced the loss of a child: \u201cI’m sorry for your loss. You don’t have to be okay. I’ll leave a coffee on your desk until you’re ready to talk, and if that day never comes, that’s okay too.\u201d In that moment, I realized it wasn’t a joke or an attempt to hurt me, but a quiet gesture from someone who understood my pain and wanted me to know I wasn’t alone. Sometimes, the greatest kindness comes from people who understand our suffering and offer support without expecting anything in return.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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