I feel like crying but am happy What God can not do does not exist | Proudly yoruba/German girl. omo ilorin

Every night, my daughter called me crying, begging me to come for her. The next morning, when my husband and I arrived at her in-laws’ house, two coffins in the yard made me collapse to the ground… and the truth tore my soul apart. At two or three in the morning, I would always receive a call from my daughter Kavya. Barely ten days had passed since she had given birth, and she was in confinement at her husband’s house in the village of Bhawanipur, district of Barabanki, Uttar Pradesh. On the pho